This is a song about "Bmoney and hoes"

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Ive killed 218 babies 2180 teens 21800 men and 218000 slutty hoes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

And imma make these hoes bleed

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose