This is a song about "Hotties faint"

Now can somebody please tell me where all them hotties at

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

But we jus maintain with faint thoughts of having better pain

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Dunked over the crowd, and made em all faint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

I'm authentic so real you faint even replace i collect data just call it sample space

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

His wound was oozing / im feeling woozy and faint

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

That aftershave or cologne that made 'em just faint

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

I got a blaze, no faint fire

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Paint a faint picture of a saint and repaint with a richer mixture of framed fame

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game