This is a song about "Bmoney and hoes"

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

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

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

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

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

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

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

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

We love for a while then a light goes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,