This is a song about "Pimps and hoes"

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

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

We love for a while then a light goes

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

And imma make these hoes bleed

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

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