This is a song about "Hoes and smoking"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Fuck them hoes and the cops

So she kisses the stars

But conflicts they keep on growing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Most of you are heartbroken, stop the rapping, and start smoking.

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

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

Bought the dope and have hoes

Got shows on top of shows

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos