This is a song about "Fake friends sluts"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Pimp south, yup, “it takes a nation” of sluts

You gotta let these shits go, man

Fake friends it was all a sham,

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

And fake friends need some therapy.

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Two fucks aint given to a few sluts.

We vegetables, on them record labels

Slurping my nuts like semen soup for sluts,