This is a song about "Riding wit these hoes"

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

Funny how, all these hoes, bending down

You see, i spawn flows on these blond hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

All these hoes copying chelsea kitchin

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Nigga i ain't fuckin' wit no riff raff hoes

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

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

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

Magic city tipping them

These hoes are for anyone

Knocking these hoes out, muhammad ali

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see