This is a song about "These hoes aint loyal"

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

You just working with the scraps you was given

All these hoes copying chelsea kitchin

Im that nigguh these hoes be looking for

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

These hoes really feeling it

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Always stay ahead of these stank hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Damn these hoes are thirsty for a sturdy,

But we be having that jersey

Then get out your seat and jump around

Funny how, all these hoes, bending down