This is a song about "Sushi and hoes"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

Pass it back, i'll stab and slash it to sushi, sassy sweet assassin,

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Playas is hatin’ and hoes is choosing

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Jt: fuck each others moms

Fuck them hoes and the cops

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Hopin' that my niggas see

The crew thats as raw a sushi

You feel it from your head to your toes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes