This is a song about "Hoes and life"

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Fuck them hoes and the cops

You pull up in parking lots

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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

This is love, nothing else close

Bought the dope and have hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes