This is a song about "Boats hoes"

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I think that she knows

You niggas aint got no hoes

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

You feel it from your head to your toes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Forever submerged, viewing the paint, beneath boats

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

I'm blowin' fuckin' steam off like boats with paddle wheels,