This is a song about "Sluts and hoes"

But i never knew how that made me lesser than sluts and mutts,

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

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

I'm running amok in a village of villians and sluts

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

And imma make these hoes bleed

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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