This is a song about "Bitches and hoes"

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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

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

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

And imma make these hoes bleed

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

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

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