This is a song about "Niggas and hoes"

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

It's all she knows

Bought the dope and have hoes

Moco 1 2 4 when i go out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

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

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

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

We love for a while then a light goes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose