This is a song about "Hoes and tricks"

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

I'm a pagan and a patient and they're sick of my tricks

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

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

Bitch got all them booty shots

Fuck them hoes and the cops

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

While i got the tricks, you get the creeps, heaps and heaps of creepy freaks.