This is a song about "Bitches hoes and bro"

Y’all only in it for the cars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

And dont you forget it cuz your dead bro.

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those