This is a song about "Hoes and bitches"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Mr. absoulute the most incredible at this

Me and my peeps often meet

And imma make these hoes bleed

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,