This is a song about "The hoes"

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

I despise clothin' worn by the guys posin' like hoes

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I'm hella faded sippin rozay surrounded by the hoes

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,