This is a song about "Bitche and hoes"

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

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

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

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And these shape-shifting hoes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

The drug that they brain need

And imma make these hoes bleed

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows