This is a song about "Alone with hoes"

Fuck your ratchet hoes, i kill the mic with spasmatic flows,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

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

Making hoes drop to their knees pleading with free blows

I show up with four hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

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

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

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

With the hoes getting sloppy oddly cocky

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

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