This is a song about "Pimps and hoes"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

And imma make these hoes bleed

Swear i will murk any beat

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

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

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,