This is a song about "Folks and hoes"

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

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

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

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

And don't go around convincing folks your thesis is right

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

I’ve seen these young folks sell their souls for fortune and fame,

To this day, the game, will never be the same

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

You gotta help me out