This is a song about "Bitche and hoes"

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

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

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

And mine somewhere bout mars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

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