This is a song about "Bacon and hoes"

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

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

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Everything i wanted never seem so close

And i like my window tinted out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

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

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

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Took me a while just to write those