This is a song about "Bitches hoes"

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

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

Bought the dope and have hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Im killing niggahz and they 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/

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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