This is a song about "Dogging hoes"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

All these hoes copying chelsea kitchin

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

For my nigga i gotta fuck two hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

In the garden guarding my hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

She's bad and she knows

Like a line full of hoes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes