This is a song about "Weed and hoes"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

I said i got my ass beat

Smoking weed and listening to rap

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

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

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

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

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes