This is a song about "Bitches hoes money drugs lambo"

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

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

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

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/

Get money then bitches

And maybe cupid won't miss

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes