This is a song about "Hoes bitches racks"

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Got one good tip: bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

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

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

It leaves your heart with contusions and racks your brain with delusions