This is a song about "Big booty hoes and sex"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Millz harlem, chuck wild, twist dallas

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

And in love with her, lets have sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets