This is a song about "Hoes and boats"

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

And imma make these hoes bleed

Sometimes i think, what i need

Took me a while just to write those

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