This is a song about "These thots"

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

Know these streets well so im never trapped, these streets are evil

That damier bag i bought her

These punchlines deliver

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Normally i'm not warning these

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Demons, these angels just took control of these beasts

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

Normally i order three or four of these

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

To achieve any of these, we just let these visions past by,