This is a song about "Boats and hoe"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

An overdosed fucker and a hoe from the streets

Suspicious that i will diminish foes and slap them like my old hoe/

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

Is that there wasn't a father for this pimp and this hoe

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Cause i'm australia and i'm turning back the boats

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Hoe i'm dope and i hope you done heard of me

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

And its real thick you will be sick. upset? noo u fucking hoe although i did