This is a song about "Hypocritical lovers"

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Y'all need to know, you cynical hypocritical critics,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Firstly, thing's we wouldn't do, and two so hypocritical

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

To these cynical hypocritical critics, the fittest,

Last night a couple of lovers tossed each other of a bridge

Augh, i'm the hottest nigga, all i do is turn up, bitch

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

The hard, fast dope has a whole lot of coroners