This is a song about "Pussy hoes bitches"

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

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

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

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

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

Took me a while just to write those

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

I love corpses, abortion, distortion, bitches who pussy all contorted

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches