This is a song about "These hoes ain t shit"

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

These hoes are bad and they know

No car key and i mean that

These hoes really feeling it

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

Once as a slave who imagined being free

And imma make these hoes bleed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Stand up misses i love your ambition

All these hoes copying chelsea kitchin