This is a song about "Bitches hoes money"

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.

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/

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

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

With some lesbians that don't know english

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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