This is a song about "Paganis and hoes"

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Pop it back stick it out

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

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

This is love, nothing else close

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes