This is a song about "Pimps and hoes"

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Cause of death? bars

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

Took me a while just to write those

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

In front of our building, they was my heroes

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches