This is a song about "Hoes niggas money honkeys bitches weed"

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Ain't no women at the shows