This is a song about "Bitches and hos"

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

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

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

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

And just ball like kobe n pau gasol these bitches

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

And bad bitches give me head and tell

It's that crack, give you something to sell

And if you looka all the bitches...

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks