This is a song about "Strippers and hoes"

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Took me a while just to write those

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

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

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes