This is a song about "Niggas and hoes"

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

You niggas aint got no hoes

I think that she knows