This is a song about "Bitches ain t shit but hoes and tricks"

Shit, i watched you rise up and rip bitches to bits

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

I ain't into that trick shit, those bitches and those gucci belts?