This is a song about "God and hoes"

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

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

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Got shows on top of shows

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

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

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

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Where would i be without my dogs

Bought the dope and have hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows