This is a song about "Hoes bitches"

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

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

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/

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

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

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

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Got shows on top of shows

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

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

You claim to have all these hoes but yuh ain't got no bitches.

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business