This is a song about "Hoes and drugs"

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Let me see you work it out

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

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,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

And imma make these hoes bleed