This is a song about "Hoes n tricks"

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

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Or do i zing u four door thunder solace tricks

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Can barely walk the city streets

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

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

Pray to whoever got on the biggest of crucifix

All green nigga pick six

And also know some dj'ing tricks.