This is a song about "Drugs and 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

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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

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

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups