This is a song about "You get no hoes"

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Niggas talk with limited service

Please put that in your notes

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

You get the message ain't no lie

You get it? no one ever does.

Ships that sail to distant places

Aiming at this hoes neck, no hands no triggers

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I can't ever change without you

No one like you, get a fucking clue

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

Trust they seen enough