This is a song about "Hoes and weed"

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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

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

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

That hands you weed and alcohol

Your music in the car

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Now it's time to eat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Fuck them hoes and the cops

The you should look up in the stars

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Of the coke and the smoke of weed