This is a song about "Rodney hoes on fleek"

Find whatever it is you need/ from the bomb bay car fucking hoes on main/

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

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

Take a few hits from the bowl, on a friday night i call my niggas and have bring the hoes,

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

You brag about the hoes you holdin on the side

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Like rodney king, latasha, and the victims of brutality,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

We out here chasin hoes

Live from the lamont's rose