This is a song about "Niggas tricking on hoes"

You see, i spawn flows on these blond hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

You all expendable niggas on your sylvester stallone

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Shittin' on everybody, body niggas with adjectives

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

You all expendable niggas on your sylvester stallone