This is a song about "Bitches n hoes"

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

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

Cuz they made the game about bitches n gold chains

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

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

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

And just ball like kobe n pau gasol these bitches

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches