This is a song about "Shows"

That just shows my god is bigger

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Ain't no women at the shows

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

How would all you motherfuckers feel if you were signed to shows?

Instantaneously his shows are lusted

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Who shows her face no more

Summer time, different shore