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

So i can nut on these hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

She's bad and she knows

You niggas aint got no hoes

You don;t thin anymore

Didn't do a thing at all

Only person i can trust in this world is my chauffeur

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Listen up and listen hard, you break my trust

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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