This is a song about "Hoes and wips"

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

Took me a while just to write those

Cause of death? bars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

And i like my window tinted out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

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

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