This is a song about "My boyfriends hoes"

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

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

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

I must go like fly route

Tryna stay clear of my foes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Take a few hits from the bowl, on a friday night i call my niggas and have bring the hoes,

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Vision, im so sick, got you hoes on my dick, if this weren't a battle i'd beat you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

So while you worry about the hoes