This is a song about "Trust no bitch"

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

No trust, in no other than that musk,

You should trust no other

Going broke, no sir

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

I trust no man, you cant win but u aint joining me

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I recommend you trust no one.

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

God i don't know who to trust no more

Trip, and then you never snitch

No they're fucking not, bitch/