This is a song about "Boats and hoes"

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

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

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes