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

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

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

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

They'll say, "ain't that dramatic", as they wear the starter jackets,

Leather belt fastened, like i'm travelling/

You know that love is a very serious thing