This is a song about "Sushi and hoes"

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

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

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Bought the dope and have hoes

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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