This is a song about "Hoes and drugs"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Took me a while just to write those

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,