This is a song about "Hoes and snakes"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

I've been forsaken by these snakes, and i'll kill every fake,

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

Big homie hov said i am close

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

And i like my window tinted out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

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

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

Fuck them hoes and the cops

The you should look up in the stars