This is a song about "Bitchs and hoes"

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

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

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Careless world drop, pewm, then im out

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

No, no, we are not those

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,