This is a song about "Niggas tricking on hoes"

Take a few hits from the bowl, on a friday night i call my niggas and have bring the hoes,

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

You all expendable niggas on your sylvester stallone

I ain’t tripping, nigga's say that i’m pessimistic

Pussy niggas hungry put on like some lipstick

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

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

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

So i can nut on these hoes

She's bad and she knows