This is a song about "Julia and hoes"

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

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

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Bought the dope and have hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

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

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Here they keep a rachet close

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Everything i wanted never seem so close