This is a song about "Hoes and drugs"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

If you to check out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Amen, they say you only live once

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Just before they seen my money in the green

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,