This is a song about "Haze papes bitch hoe"

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Never cuff a bitch or hoe cuz you'll end up by yourself

My rhyme flows, i got a hoe i just need is a real bitch like manti teo

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Dealers still hit me up, "i've got some haze

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I never fucked that tight white bitch, because i found out that hoe was the snitch,

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Knocking success in my chest hoe

I not chasing no hoe

No, just put us on death row

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

Baby got that super bass