This is a song about "Thots and hoes"

I don't know defeat

And imma make these hoes bleed

World full of hoes and thots i can't take

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

The sun's always out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And i'm still hurtin over pops

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

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