This is a song about "Dont beilve them hoes"

The you should look up in the stars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Fuck it man, damn all them hoes love me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

And that they dont who they are but this will lead them back to the right path

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Dont need them blowing me up for some make-up sex,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Haha "fuck ya baby", we don't love them hoes!

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

But they dont get it, so i kill them gores