This is a song about "Kids shows"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

"hello" beckons from my mouth but rarely shows/

I'm somethin like the light-skin version

Shows over, wheres the curtain

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

I wonder why my serious music is truly never played at shows,

How would all you motherfuckers feel if you were signed to shows?

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

And american music shows.

Ain't no women at the shows

And these shape-shifting hoes

20 racks really thats sneaker money

A young one that shows bravery i see