This is a song about "Caviar and hoes"

Fuck them hoes and the cops

I be murdering bars

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

And imma make these hoes bleed

We can't catch the beat

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Sb nike's, with the grey box