This is a song about "Black hoes"

I promise i'mma call you back

And i thought i was black

We out here chasin hoes

She's bad and she knows

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

To their backs and attract the black on black

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Live from the lamont's rose

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

For my nigga i gotta fuck two hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

For 12 years,no new hoes!

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

I show up with four hoes

Jay rock got flows