This is a song about "Bitches and hoes"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

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

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

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though