This is a song about "Bitch and hoes"

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Ive killed 218 babies 2180 teens 21800 men and 218000 slutty hoes,

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

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Took me a while just to write those

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes