This is a song about "Strippers and hoes"

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

You feel it from your head to your toes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes