This is a song about "Bitch and hoes"

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

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

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Moco 1 2 4 when i go out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

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

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows