This is a song about "That time me and my nigga jarome fucked them two hoes"

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

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

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

I fucked my fear and finally said her with my plale face that "i love you".

Fuck it man, damn all them hoes love me

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Go find rhymes that aren't discrete and find time to make them neat

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Y’all only in it for the cars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (huh?)

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Me and my nigga kid, sometimes we talk each other kickin',

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Check me out ain't no time pout, my rhymes are sick these hoes be on my dick