This is a song about "Bitches hoes money"

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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

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

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

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

You claim to have all these hoes but yuh ain't got no bitches.

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

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

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix