This is a song about "Clone hoes"

I think that she knows

Like a line full of hoes

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Here they keep a rachet close

No, no, we are not those

You niggas aint got no hoes

We out here chasin hoes

Big homie hov said i am close

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

In the garden guarding my hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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