This is a song about "Hoes and gold"

You go "pon' de river": leave you in ponds and rivers

That portray women as objects, as hoes and gold diggers,

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Black woman you cold

But like the diamonds and gold

This is the concrete

And imma make these hoes bleed

Gold chains, watches and more,

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I say that the pool is closed

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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