This is a song about "Slaying these hoes"

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

Im that nigguh these hoes be looking for

All these hoes copying chelsea kitchin

So if it comes down, may the best man win

X's and o's, you must be the rose

So i can nut on these hoes

These hoes really feeling it

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Damn these hoes are thirsty for a sturdy,

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

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

These hoes are bad and they know

Call me whatever joe

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

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