This is a song about "Partying with hoes"

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

They can’t stop us from partying oh yea.

And it begins to phase him more each day

Never choke, #do #ya?, hoes insane with the #throat,

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes