This is a song about "Cheating bitch the fuck out the way nigga like me need to get paid hustling on the block and selling rock"

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

The snitch on the block... is going to get murdered

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

But i'm broke as fuck and i don't get paid 'til the first of next month

Kids in the wildy get the fuck out of my way

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play