This is a song about "Bitches n hoes"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

No, no, we are not those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

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

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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