This is a song about "Bitches and floes"

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

Than i drop the fucker and leave you broke ass bitches,

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

And if you looka all the bitches...

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

All these bitches stop and stare

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts