This is a song about "Hoes and wips"

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

These sb's ain't never coming out

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Cause of death? bars

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,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

And imma make these hoes bleed

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

You feel it from your head to your toes