This is a song about "Alone with hoes"

I used to have a nine to five

Stuck at home alone with no wife

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

When i'm alone, i'd rather be with you

And word i blew off herb i grew

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

And i found my sweet escape when i was alone with you

When i'm alone, i'd rather be with you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes