This is a song about "Thots and hoes"

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

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

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

And mine somewhere bout mars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose