This is a song about "Bitches hoes weaves leather jackets"

Got one good tip: bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

So here i am at the store for some chips

Slowly getting shredded turning your skin to leather,

And i'm about to let go altogether

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

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

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

You claim to have all these hoes but yuh ain't got no bitches.

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

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

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

'cuz after i drink a bottle, wave my flag and surrender

He's buying me leather

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her