This is a song about "You get no hoes"

And i can't help but notice

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Trust they seen enough

// [bitch you get (no love)]

I really love my miami crew

No one like you, get a fucking clue

You get it? no one ever does.

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

For no reason you get so protective

Professing they found one ready as this

And could i be a star

You get close but no cigar

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Nigga i ain't fuckin' wit no riff raff hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows