This is a song about "Hoes and drugs"

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Exit the v wit my gun out

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Bought the dope and have hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

Fuck them hoes and the cops

So she kisses the stars

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

African queen got what you need

And imma make these hoes bleed

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,