This is a song about "Vitbitchesches and hoes"

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

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

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Cause of death? bars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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