This is a song about "Sluts and hoes"

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

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

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Shut up sluts! and ride on my skateboard!

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

I'm running amok in a village of villians and sluts

Cut class and rap fast, grab ass while smacking sluts

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones