This is a song about "Bitches hoes weaves leatherjacket weed dope cocaine gats"

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Laced the weed with cocaine, and now i rock chronic,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

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

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

It should be a fact that i'm dope, cause bitches eat me up like cantaloupe/

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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