This is a song about "Bitches hoes"

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

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

I show up with four hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

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

Keep it trill for the hoes

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Ain't no women at the shows

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Took me a while just to write those

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,