This is a song about "Bag hoes"

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Live from the lamont's rose

Like a line full of hoes

That we ain't never had

Yo, heres a paper bag,

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

Like a line full of hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Our children must be taught, of africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

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

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.