This is a song about "Fighting with my man jord and fucking hoes"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Here they keep a rachet close

I keep writing and keep fighting this fucking curse

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

And these shape-shifting hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

All you're talking about is gay shit, and fucking a man.

Cos after denial im fighting back man

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn