This is a song about "Ass and 64 hoes"

Meek milly racked up racked out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

Guess i’m different than most

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Fuck them hoes and the cops

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

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

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes