This is a song about "Thots and hoes"

And imma make these hoes bleed

Have no souls indeed

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

World full of hoes and thots i can't take

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Fuck them hoes and the cops

You pull up in parking lots

These hoes are bad and they know

Shades: lv was a little dough

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those