This is a song about "Shows"

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

Shows over, wheres the curtain

Not a choice but shows being careless,

Play hard to get, females get jealous

I think found where your mind was

As i woe cause this hoe shows promise

It doesn’t matter how loved you are, the rows at your shows,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

I remember being frustrated that i was never played at shows,

Every night i stroke hoes

Those late night tv shows

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

I wonder why my serious music is truly never played at shows,

I lurk and bless whoever shows me respect

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed