This is a song about "Dez hoes aint right"

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Why you let these hoes tear what we have right apart?

We just aint mixing well, this just isn't right.

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Oh wait that aint right im not a guy

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

You aint tight cause you like it right

So many bullets in one nigga that aint right

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Cause this shit right here aint no game,

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

Rights, well that aint right, wanna fight

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

What do i look like a fucking slut no way man that shit aint right