This is a song about "Hoes and also bitches"

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

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

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

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

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

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

Where would i be without my dogs

Fuck them hoes and the cops