This is a song about "Niggas tricking on hoes"

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

You all expendable niggas on your sylvester stallone

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Pussy niggas hungry put on like some lipstick

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

You all expendable niggas on your sylvester stallone

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Find whatever it is you need/ from the bomb bay car fucking hoes on main/