This is a song about "Pimps and hoes party"

While theese rappers just sit around and party, they're jobless

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,

He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Fucking each others moms

Than her dad cries and says fine, and we go in the back for the after party,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

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

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone