This is a song about "Hoes and thots"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Ive killed 218 babies 2180 teens 21800 men and 218000 slutty hoes,

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Nightmare on any street

And imma make these hoes bleed