This is a song about "Homies old hoes"

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

And i did the video for really though

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Keep it trill for the hoes

No, no, we are not those

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Mobbing with the homies and family

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

And my old hoes are mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings,