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

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

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

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

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

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

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith