This is a song about "Girls and hoes"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Talking about the god you serve

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

See i let my nigga split that

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

All this paper i fold

Boy and girls watch me unfold