This is a song about "Drugs bitches and hoes"

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

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

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

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

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

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

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

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

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows