This is a song about "Bitches n hoes"

Lyrically giving these hoes a chance to listen n' live in felicity

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

This shit is sick, its chill n' quick the bitches stay hatin'

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

And just ball like kobe n pau gasol these bitches

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

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

This is love, nothing else close

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf