This is a song about "Hoes and prom"

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Everything i wanted never seem so close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

From the back seat, back seat

And imma make these hoes bleed

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

I only wanna kiss, and to buy you a prom dress

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

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes