This is a song about "Strippers and hoes"

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

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

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

Bitch got all them booty shots

Fuck them hoes and the cops

In front of our building, they was my heroes

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Bought the dope and have hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose