This is a song about "Niggas tricking on hoes"

Fake niggas i plan on seeing less of

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

Pussy niggas hungry put on like some lipstick

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

So i can nut on these hoes

Big homie hov said i am close

Shittin' on everybody, body niggas with adjectives

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Niggas say i'm to mainstream // to reign supreme//on you bitch niggas who

Picture me lettin this chump survive

I’m on these niggas mind like lice