This is a song about "Bitches hoes money"

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy