This is a song about "Hoes and wips"

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

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

You could never find out

No, no, we are not those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

This is love, nothing else close

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Hate me if you want to but always remember this