This is a song about "Ass and hoes"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

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

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

So she kisses the stars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Face down then ass up these hoes keep a good arch

Konichiwa, shadow chain and decent watch

No, no, we are not those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes