This is a song about "Cars and hoes"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Hoes love me because of my cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Bought the dope and have hoes

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats