This is a song about "Yall fake hoes"

We both had dreams of being great

Ur love was always fake

I don't believe in bein fake

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

We love for a while then a light goes

Yall no nothing about that/ talkin like yall got amnesia

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh