This is a song about "Fuck my hoes"

No, no, we are not those

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

In the garden guarding my hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Haha "fuck ya baby", we don't love them hoes!

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Where would i be without my dogs

Fuck them hoes and the cops

For my nigga i gotta fuck two hoes

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose