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

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

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Bitch got all them booty shots

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

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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