This is a song about "Slanging drugs and hoes that rhymes"

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

And yhh you hoes need to stop chasing that cock

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

You constantly say,that you do drugs,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Because of drugs that have taken over our ghettoes and hoods,

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

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

You constantly say,that you do drugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs