This is a song about "Hoes and prom"

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

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

You feel it from your head to your toes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Playas is hatin’ and hoes is choosing