This is a song about "Bmoney and hoes"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Watching for hollow-tip shots

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

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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

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

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

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