This is a song about "New bitchs"

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

New passions, enemies new fashion

Niggas that guided me through

My ride old but my rims new,

When i get to warwick avenue

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Yeah it'll hurt but go find someone new

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

But fuck you i'm practically brand new.

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you