This is a song about "Hoes all night"

All these hoes copying chelsea kitchin

Girl listen, trying to position

Yeah, i'll be up all night,

And you're, approaching me right

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

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

(and go berserk) all night long

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

Worked all night to fit these into lines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

The art of peer pressure manifests itself in me all night