This is a song about "Hoes and bitches"

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

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

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

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

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

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

Bought the dope and have hoes

No, no, we are not those