This is a song about "Bitches hoes"

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

This life i chose

We out here chasin hoes

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/

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

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

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

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

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

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