This is a song about "Hoes and wips"

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

And imma make these hoes bleed

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches