This is a song about "Lying hoes"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Get off a key like i can’t sing

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

She say she tired of lying

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

They thought it was a joke they thought you was lying

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Keep it trill for the hoes

She's bad and she knows

Udc where he met my mother

Lying ass mother fucker!

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Ramos and ban hoes a hip hop giant, leave you lying , dying , looking up to me

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see