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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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

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

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

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

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close