This is a song about "Hoes and bands"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Fuckin' up my gold pots

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

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

And imma make these hoes bleed

Indubitably i'm too street

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please