This is a song about "Fuckin hoes"

Keep it trill for the hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Fuckin hoes thats all free,

Don't worry bout a thang baby

In the garden guarding my hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Damn right madame, again i fucked those hoes

Everything i wanted never seem so close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

You niggas aint got no hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those