This is a song about "Hoes and bands"

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

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

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

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

This is fine dine take out

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

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

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

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Bitch got all them booty shots

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose