This is a song about "I have all of jonahs bitches"

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

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

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Amazed astonished and dazed never phased by the tidal waves

All i see is males, no females, just a bunch of bitches with wagging tails.

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Especially when all of these bitches tend to get suspicious

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

The type of bitches that'll have you asking wether it was worth it or not

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

So all i gotta say is to the thirsty bitches,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

And i be pokin' bitches all in the right spots