This is a song about "Lyin hoes"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

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

Than wakin' up in a bed and lyin' down in a hearse

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

And be lyin if i say i never tried yay

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play