This is a song about "Bitch and hoes"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

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

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Took me a while just to write those

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Fuckin' up my gold pots

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Like a line full of hoes