This is a song about "Hoes and wips"

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

So don't ask me why they strung out

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

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

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

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,