This is a song about "Nick and koby and hoes"

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

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

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

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa