This is a song about "Hoes and wips"

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

You feel it from your head to your toes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Fuck them hoes and the cops

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops