This is a song about "I got all of the hoes"

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

I pimp slap every single one of my asian hoes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

All corners of the globe got the world hanging from my

So as of now this is all i got,

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

All my love to these queens in here

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

All these 12 year old bros turning into hoes, its so bad i feel like calling the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Look at all the hoes you losing

So if it comes down, may the best man win