This is a song about "Hoes got me and the homie beefing"

Here they keep a rachet close

Bought the dope and have hoes

Homie, follow me i got styles, you can copy one

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine//

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Got home and see the police told my homie was killed.

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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