This is a song about "Hoes and wips"

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Bought the dope and have hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

If you don’t watch out

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those