This is a song about "Can get no hoes"

Hoes catchin semen they get mixed feelings like wet cement,

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Hoes are what i don't chase, i got no time to waste

Put me somewhere my 3rd eye all scared but i feel like its been open since

Posin' with hoes, hopin' to own 'em / it's a no-go, so i'm closing their notions

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Aint no mother fucking way you can get out of it now

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

I locked the doors so no one can get out i traped em in

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close