This is a song about "Hoes bitches racks"

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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

But you don't have a chance

All i got is fuckin racks

'cuz i remember poppin' off them chains from bicycle racks,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

Switch swag on you little dick fags

God damn pull out my racks