This is a song about "Boats n hoes"

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

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

No, no, we are not those

Like a line full of hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

Keep it trill for the hoes

Took me a while just to write those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

In the garden guarding my hoes

In his body and face

I like rowing boats on sundays,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

I think that she knows

We out here chasin hoes