This is a song about "Bitchs and hoes"

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

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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