This is a song about "Weed hoes trap house and school"

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats

But i'm not in the first place

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

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

Weed must be white house green see the lean

Man this life is but a dream

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes