This is a song about "Were the hoes"

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

I despise clothin' worn by the guys posin' like hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

I'm hella faded sippin rozay surrounded by the hoes

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