This is a song about "Sushi and hoes"

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Pass it back, i'll stab and slash it to sushi, sassy sweet assassin,

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

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

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

The crew thats as raw a sushi

They say nothings ever free

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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