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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

His homie went to his house and opened the door

No, no, we are not those

Bought the dope and have hoes

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Rappers steady beefing, giving me cold shoulder

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

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