This is a song about "Those"

You bitch, those were the best

Beach on the weekend

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

No, no, we are not those

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Only those who's currently in fame.

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

This is love, nothing else close

Took me a while just to write those

And daddy's in the cadillac

Those words are real not crack,

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Physical , emotional and mental abuse/ combination of those

Those tits im gonna squeeze

Cuz you gon' chase cheese