This is a song about "Hoes aren t loyal"

You don;t thin anymore

Ima go until my arm's sore

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

I'm done chasing you and being loyal

And even buy you a bottle

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

The loyal one , trynna find a one but these hoes aint right

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Ain't no women at the shows

Bought the dope and have hoes