This is a song about "Hoes and wips"

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

I just spit my game out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Like a line full of hoes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes