This is a song about "Weed and hoes"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Weed smoke, booze and violence

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

And imma make these hoes bleed

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Bought the dope and have hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

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

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

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"