This is a song about "Nappy headed hoes"

To really think about where my life is headed

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Searching for direction in a place that has you headed low

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Headed for another world, starting many beastly wars,