This is a song about "Flow bros and hoes"

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

You and joe bros for life

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

Meek milly racked up racked out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Cause in this tank, it's me and my bros rhyming for fun

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done