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

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Got one good tip: bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Fuckin' up my gold pots

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried