This is a song about "Cant trust these"

Man, don't trust these bitches. every rose has thorns.

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

I cant believe you think you could get these pricks

But really in the end cant trust nobody they phony

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

And i have trust issues

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Let's enjoy our younger years

Cant trust em so i do no favors,

Can't trust nobody anymore

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

This is something different

Fuck it in god that we trust