This is a song about "Hoes and cake"

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

We love for a while then a light goes

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

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Indubitably i'm too street

And imma make these hoes bleed

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Jt: fuck each others moms

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those