This is a song about "Fucking hoes"

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Took me a while just to write those

You niggas aint got no hoes

I show up with four hoes

Jay rock got flows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Damn right madame, again i fucked those hoes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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