This is a song about "Hoes and wips"

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

I just spit my game out

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

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

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

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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