This is a song about "Hoes and weed"

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Jt: fuck each others moms

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

You feel it from your head to your toes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

I get that work from my face

Weed and rapping weed in jays

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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