This is a song about "Hoes and beers"

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

And grab me and the crew a few slabs of beers

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

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

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Ive killed 218 babies 2180 teens 21800 men and 218000 slutty hoes,

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

And imma make these hoes bleed

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

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes