This is a song about "Julia and hoes"

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

I might even stick my tongue out

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

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

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows