This is a song about "Hoes and loyalt"

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

You pull up in parking lots

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

And imma make these hoes bleed

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

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

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