This is a song about "Julia and hoes"

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

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

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Ive killed 218 babies 2180 teens 21800 men and 218000 slutty hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

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

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

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,

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

And imma make these hoes bleed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street