This is a song about "Hoes n tricks"

And also know some dj'ing tricks.

The youngest of my mother kids

Keep it trill for the hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

I've come up quick, watched how it worked, learned the block tricks/

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

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

Poor, uneducated whites, they get the blunt of the tricks,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Clutch her jeans while she kicks, osama asked for my tricks.

Lyrically giving these hoes a chance to listen n' live in felicity

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,