This is a song about "Alcohol and hoes"

Everything i wanted never seem so close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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,

Yeah i know we never got to meet

And imma make these hoes bleed

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Bought the dope and have hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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