This is a song about "Fuck my hoes"

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

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

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

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Haha "fuck ya baby", we don't love them hoes!

Sleepy when i fuck hoes i be bonin

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win