This is a song about "Hoes drugs percosets licker nigga beef with me"

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Nigga i ain't fuckin' wit no riff raff hoes

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

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

How they got beef with keef

Gotta go, let her leave

Our children must be taught, of africa

But if you want, the beef my nigga

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

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Nigga what the fuck you trying to battle with me

Hoola at me swea to god u can see u a pussy nigga i could swea u a beast n while u talkin bout beef

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve