This is a song about "Hoes and bitches"

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Careless world drop, pewm, then im out

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

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

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close