This is a song about "Hoes and bros"

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

No more, we caked out

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

I can survive with my bros and some luck...

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And mine somewhere bout mars

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,