This is a song about "Lean and hoes"

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

You feel it from your head to your toes

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin' with the liquor

Fuck them hoes and the cops

You pull up in parking lots

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

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

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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

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

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

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth