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

I think that she knows

Bought the dope and have hoes

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Cant smoke more weed than us we smoke dope like big bales of hay

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

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

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

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