This is a song about "Sushi and hoes"

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Ha, in your loophole though

These hoes are bad and they know

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Cars? got to whip it out