This is a song about "Grades divorce hoes cheating"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Make you insecure,get your conscience cheating

Its a easy bet ofcourse,im harder than going through a divorce,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

My last tri-weekly grades were such a disgrace

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I said i wasn't cheating but you didn't believe me,

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

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

I barely can see throw my hazy shades, wish i had good grades

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes