This is a song about "Cheating girls"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I said i wasn't cheating but you didn't believe me,

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Cheating, sleeping, its giving me a reason, beating, someone up.

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

But in this relationship there will be no cheating this is my life

Cassidy your different from other girls

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Wake up sleeping cheating im dreaming constantly competing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers