This is a song about "Bmoney and hoes"

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Cause of death? bars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those