This is a song about "Hoes ain t shit"

Like a line full of hoes

She's bad and she knows

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Keep it trill for the hoes

This life i chose

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*

Double m-g not to mention we got that