This is a song about "Hoes and drugs"

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

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

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

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