This is a song about "Bitches and money and hoes"

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

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

You feel it from your head to your toes

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

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

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

What do i really need

And imma make these hoes bleed

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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