This is a song about "Fake ass hoes"

Sky high, iced out paradise

Bitch no one believes your fake ass lies

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Talk about i'm a buster? you're just a fake ass sucker, wannabe usher, with a stutter.

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Enough is enough with your fake ass lines

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Mama told me it'd be days like this

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Cause you're a weak ass rapper that just raps about hoes

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Im not pious to this fake ass religions,

Big homie hov said i am close

Like a line full of hoes