This is a song about "Julia and hoes"

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

I've got nothin' to worry about

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows