This is a song about "Cars hoes and bitches"

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/

I represent, but still i need the cars, the hoes, the freshest kicks,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

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

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

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