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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

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

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

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,

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars