This is a song about "Your man having hoes"

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

I went from having a 2bit, 3 man crew,

But hoes, man that's all fine, chains, y'all keep it though,

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Your friendly neighborhood spider-man

Life's about decisions man

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

I rather hold hand and be your man

Fuck it man, damn all them hoes love me

The good kid from the ugly city

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Remember having you whenever/ now your gone without a trace

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I honestly feel dumber for having read your rap,

Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder