This is a song about "Loyalty hood drugs"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

We was loonie i suppose, you could

I send my niggas through your hood

Respect honor loyalty, massive when i smash sets,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

And get me some more drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

I don't live in the hood

Better than your bitch would

With no cards of royalty, fuck rap i'm here to body people, show no loyalty!

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see