This is a song about "Air hoes"

Might as well prepare

I'm running out of air

No, no, we are not those

Like a line full of hoes

Og like the prince of bel air,

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I can smell it in the air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

For 12 years,no new hoes!

Here they keep a rachet close

Bought the dope and have hoes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

This is love, nothing else close

In the garden guarding my hoes