This is a song about "Drug and hoes"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

This is love, nothing else close

Bought the dope and have hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Fuck them hoes and the cops

The you should look up in the stars

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Love reefer and love sneaker above those