This is a song about "Crazy hoes"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Control, your hoes, you let her talk to you crazy

Going dumb im going crazy,

We might be back in this baby

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Got shows on top of shows

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

You niggas aint got no hoes

I’m a hustla, baby

His smile drives me crazy

This is love, nothing else close

I show up with four hoes

She's bad and she knows

Like a line full of hoes

Bought the dope and have hoes

Live from the lamont's rose