This is a song about "Slapping bitches and fucking hoes while murdering niggas"

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

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

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

He killing niggas and bitches gotta look out for this guy

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of 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 niggas aint got no hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

I been slapping da hoes and committing some crimes

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights