This is a song about "Bitch hoes"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Keep it trill for the hoes

This life i chose

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Like a line full of hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

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

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

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

For my nigga i gotta fuck two hoes

Always stay ahead of these stank hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes