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

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

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

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

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

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close