This is a song about "Those"

I dont even have one of those

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

Of whats between those hips

Hold it..now thank you for silence

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

I ain't into that trick shit, those bitches and those gucci belts?

Bring that shit the fuck back

Those words are real not crack,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Guess i’m different than most

Took me a while just to write those

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

Nearly hitting those skies

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes