This is a song about "Fuckin hoes"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Nigga i ain't fuckin' wit no riff raff hoes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

So i can nut on these hoes

She's bad and she knows

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

I show up with four hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

Bought the dope and have hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes