This is a song about "Boats and hoes"

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

This is love, nothing else close

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

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

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

And i don’t take no dames out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes