This is a song about "Ballin on these hoes"

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Not one j got a pair or more

Im that nigguh these hoes be looking for

You niggas be ballin, but can't ball on me, like a g

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

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