This is a song about "Trifling hoes"

Never wait when we out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Damn right madame, again i fucked those hoes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Ain't no women at the shows

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

I think that she knows

Like a line full of hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

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