This is a song about "Boats and hoes"

This is love, nothing else close

Bought the dope and have hoes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats