This is a song about "Alcohol and hoes"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

In front of our building, they was my heroes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far