This is a song about "Hoes and beers"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

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