This is a song about "Bitches and hoes and drugs"

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

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

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

Fuck them hoes and the cops

I be murdering bars

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Big homie hov said i am close

Bought the dope and have hoes