This is a song about "Ballin on these hoes"

These hoes are for anyone

Cold world no blanket son

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

Funny how, all these hoes, bending down

Damn these hoes are thirsty for a sturdy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Get yours; you know what this about

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

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,