This is a song about "Hoes and wips"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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

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

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

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

No, no, we are not those

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Cause of death? bars

Fuck them hoes and the cops