This is a song about "Hairline and hoes"

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

You feel it from your head to your toes

These hoes are bad and they know

Like curses on the radio