This is a song about "Bitches and hoes are all the same"

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

My bitches like to cut the dope, and bag it for a dime and at the same time

The hoes are resented,

10th grade, eyes red as shit

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

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

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

All these bitches running at us just the same man