This is a song about "Julia and hoes"

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Fuck them hoes and the cops

You pull up in parking lots

Fuck them hoes and the cops

So she kisses the stars

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

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

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

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

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches