This is a song about "Niggas and hoes"

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Bitch got all them booty shots

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

You feel it from your head to your toes