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

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Rappers steady beefing, giving me cold shoulder

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

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

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Got sum real bad hoes that will fuck me for free

She's bad and she knows

Bought the dope and have hoes

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

His homie went to his house and opened the door