This is a song about "Weed and hoes"

That gal want me ride har

That hands you weed and alcohol

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Fucking each others moms

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

With some weed and a cup

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Put up and smoke that weed,

We can't catch the beat