This is a song about "Niggas tricking on hoes"

Then called her dickface, she call the connect

Imma ball on you niggas like shawn kemp

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

These niggas out here trynna bathe me on

Vision, im so sick, got you hoes on my dick, if this weren't a battle i'd beat you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Feds on my ass niggas steady tripping

And this will be the song that we sing