This is a song about "Bitches and hoes"

And imma make these hoes bleed

Me and my peeps often meet

You claim to have all these hoes but yuh ain't got no bitches.

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

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

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

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

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

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose