This is a song about "Bitche and hoes"

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

This is love, nothing else close

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

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

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Took me a while just to write those

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

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