This is a song about "These thots"

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

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Normally i order three or four of these

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

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

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

I'll manhandle these fucks / the rhino almost damn trampled these ducks

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

So ill get up and spit these

And whoever thought i would rhyme these,

Cause there could never be peace