This is a song about "Niggas and hoes"

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

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

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

We love for a while then a light goes

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

We don't care if niggas locked out