This is a song about "Hoeing shit"

You treated me like shit

One night love: i'mma need that

No swing and a miss shit,

You can feel it via spirit

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Baby im on my other shit,

Everything is just full of shit.

You, you, you have to pay for that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

I put the nigga in his casket

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Than life, i'm the fucking shit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

You ain't gon find that

And drop the gossip shit,