This is a song about "Ass and 64 hoes"

The you should look up in the stars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

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

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Can't decide, take em out

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

Face down then ass up these hoes keep a good arch