This is a song about "Ex s and hoes"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Took your ex to a hotel, had her undressed and shameless

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows