This is a song about "Hoes and shovels"

The you should look up in the stars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

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

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

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

These hoes are bad and they know

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

Took me a while just to write those

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

African queen got what you need

And imma make these hoes bleed

In front of our building, they was my heroes

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.