This is a song about "Hoes and diamonds"

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

And maybe on the way get some jets and shining diamonds,

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

All these rappers talking 'bout their diamonds and their whips,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Turn money into diamonds and gold

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

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