This is a song about "Boats and hoes"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

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

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Meek milly racked up racked out

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

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