This is a song about "Strippers and hoes"

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

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

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,