This is a song about "Hoes and life"

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close