This is a song about "Bmoney and hoes"

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

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And imma make these hoes bleed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose