This is a song about "Partying with hoes"

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

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

They were partying i was cutting tracks

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or

They can’t stop us from partying oh yea.

Until i started to lose my way

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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