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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

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

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Got one good tip: bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Where would i be without my dogs

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes