This is a song about "Guns hoes bitches crip blood gangsta"

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

He turned into your everyday gangsta

Blood on the floor, now all the bitches crying

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Got one good tip: bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows