This is a song about "Sushi and hoes"

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

The crew thats as raw a sushi

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Now it's time to eat

And imma make these hoes bleed

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows