This is a song about "Julia and hoes"

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

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

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes