This is a song about "Dirty hoes and bitches"

Here they keep a rachet close

Bought the dope and have hoes

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

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

The dirty looks, and the jealous stares.

See my jordans spark, you ain't got no airs

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

And these artists don't need me they already rich

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

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

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

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