This is a song about "Fuck my hoes"

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

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

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

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Cause of death? bars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

I pimp slap every single one of my asian hoes,

Fuck your ratchet hoes, i kill the mic with spasmatic flows,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes