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

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

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

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live