This is a song about "Sex drugs bitches hoes heroin condoms clinic aids prostitutes"

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

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Killing these niggas off quick

Sick lyrics from a clinic

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close