This is a song about "Folks and hoes"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

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

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Throwing rhymes and sewing lines like seamstresses, pop folks in domes,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

And all the folks crushed who wanna be beating the system,

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

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