This is a song about "Fucking hoes"

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In the garden guarding my hoes

Took me a while just to write those

Here they keep a rachet close

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

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

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

I think that she knows

Bought the dope and have hoes

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

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

Keep it trill for the hoes

She's bad and she knows

Damn right madame, again i fucked those hoes

You feel it from your head to your toes