This is a song about "Hoes and oops"

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

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

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

Yearning for a strategy, oops!

And my weed man should just sell flutes

This shit ain't nothing new though

These hoes are bad and they know

Fuck them hoes and the cops

The you should look up in the stars

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

You gotta help me out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought