This is a song about "Flow bros and hoes"

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

We got dat guns and flow

You know i be teasing, though

And imma make these hoes bleed

We can't catch the beat

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

I can survive with my bros and some luck...

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck