This is a song about "Fine hoes"

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

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

I'm starting to seem fine,

I'm running out of time

My gold rollie tell time

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Or anywhere, don't matters, shes fine

Like a line full of hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

Pretty mamacita is looking so fine,

But hoes, man that's all fine, chains, y'all keep it though,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

He told me that my eyes were fine,

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme