This is a song about "Drugs bitches and hoes"

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

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Bought the dope and have hoes

Big homie hov said i am close

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

No, no, we are not those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes