This is a song about "Hoes and shovels"

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Took me a while just to write those

And mine somewhere bout mars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

- with navy seals clips and some shovels in the whip

Bun b, i’m underground king

Playas is hatin’ and hoes is choosing

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

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

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks