This is a song about "Trapping p ends gang my bro"

Don't say fuck him, you say they my homies bro

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

So just pass the weed, i smash ‘em g’s, you can call my ass a master p,

Trapping with the hood rats

Man it’s the killer tracks

And that's how my story ends: my mom died

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

So drop the slam and lets get sick

And my name too big, and my gang too big

And however i try i cant make my ends knit

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

And i never put a ho before my bro

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Tryna meet my half ends