This is a song about "Crack hoes"

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

In the garden guarding my hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

All of us will eventually crack.

That moschino shit is so back

You niggas aint got no hoes

Got shows on top of shows

So tell me what they crack

I can't turn back

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Mostly crack engineering

And this will be the song that we sing

Keep it trill for the hoes

She's bad and she knows