This is a song about "Instagram hoes"

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I probably body you on instagram banging and bluffing

And post the shit on instagram

Just take control if you can

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

No, no, we are not those

These the games that they play, they study your instagram pictures

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

You niggas aint got no hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

I just caught you taking selfies for instagram

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Live from the lamont's rose

Im killing niggahz and they hoes