This is a song about "These how s"

Funny how, all these hoes, bending down

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Were to examine this he would wonder how the fuck i come up with these lyrics,

Its a sickness , i can't resist these bitches thickness,how could god leave

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

And how the fuck do these racist actions go unseen?!

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Of the dome is how i bust these rhymes

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

In these rhymes i will tell it... tell it how it was and how it ought to be