This is a song about "Rodney hoes on fleek"

Check me out ain't no time pout, my rhymes are sick these hoes be on my dick

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

X's and o's, you must be the rose

You see, i spawn flows on these blond hoes

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

We out here chasin hoes

No, no, we are not those

She's bad and she knows

I show up with four hoes

Vision, im so sick, got you hoes on my dick, if this weren't a battle i'd beat you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true