This is a song about "Niggas and hoes"

Boy you know ill smoke you out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Bought the dope and have hoes

She's bad and she knows

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

African queen got what you need

And imma make these hoes bleed