This is a song about "Fuck dese hoes i dont need em"

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

Too legendary i dont need no wealth

I dont need the jewelry to shine bright

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Till they take off there skirt i got bad bitches i dont fuck em clean

And i said whatever fuck em,

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Im the souths slaughterhouse dont doubt whatchu aint thought about, i dont bring em

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

Can’t you see just how long my run

Understand i dont need a weapon

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

I dont need fake friends i dont take ends