This is a song about "Got them bitches and hoes"

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

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

You niggas aint got no hoes

Guess i’m different than most

We got the lyrics, we get the dissing, 'n we killed them bitches

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

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

Who got the whole game inspired and got them sounding their way

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

I got three bitches and one is ya mommy

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see