This is a song about "Hoes and bitches"

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

We don't care if niggas locked out

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

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

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

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

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