This is a song about "Hoes and boats"

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

The sun's always out

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

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

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

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes