This is a song about "Hoes and shovels"

This summer gone be mine though

These hoes are bad and they know

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

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

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

Bun b, i’m underground king

Playas is hatin’ and hoes is choosing

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes