This is a song about "Hoes and bands"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

And imma make these hoes bleed

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

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

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Bought the dope and have hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close