This is a song about "Hoes you can t trust"

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

Dont trust the illumanti they'll promise you

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

You niggas aint got no hoes

Guess i’m different than most

Baby, let me give you a call

You don;t thin anymore

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

This is love, nothing else close

You actin' like i'm out here rapin' hoes