This is a song about "Boats and hoes"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Bought the dope and have hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

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

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows