This is a song about "Hoes and beers"

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Cause they right down the street

And imma make these hoes bleed