This is a song about "Bitchs and hoes"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

No, no, we are not those

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Guess i’m different than most

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Fuck them hoes and the cops

I be murdering bars

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those