This is a song about "Bitches n hoes"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

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

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

Took me a while just to write those

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Got one good tip: bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

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

We got the lyrics, we get the dissing, 'n we killed them bitches

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

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes