This is a song about "Hoes and bros"

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

And when i start to rise

You and joe bros for life

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

All these 12 year old bros turning into hoes, its so bad i feel like calling the

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Bought the dope and have hoes

This is love, nothing else close

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,