This is a song about "Bitches hoes"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

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

Like a line full of hoes

This is love, nothing else close

Big homie hov said i am close

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

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