This is a song about "Pussy nasty bitches hoes cheating cars sex babes clubbing"

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

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

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Invades states, degrading babes,

And no longing for dates

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 all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

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

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Bitch got all them booty shots

Hoes love me because of my cars