This is a song about "God and hoes"

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

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

Swear to god that ill stay here/ cause these other hoes just aint real

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Ive killed 218 babies 2180 teens 21800 men and 218000 slutty hoes,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes