This is a song about "Bitches and hoes"

Big homie hov said i am close

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

And imma make these hoes bleed

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

You claim to have all these hoes but yuh ain't got no bitches.

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows