This is a song about "Foes over hoes"

The foes, they got bitter,

How simple they are

I know are my foes, yo

Ima keep that on the low

Just so happens mine they prefer

The foes, they got bitter,

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Rocks, they be over-stocked, i'mma let my foes rot,

We out here chasin hoes

She's bad and she knows

I bestow blows that freeze flows, and sweep foes,

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Probe globe to expose foes

And these shape-shifting hoes