This is a song about "Fucking hoes"

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Keep it trill for the hoes

Damn right madame, again i fucked those hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Jay rock got flows

We out here chasin hoes

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

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

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Bought the dope and have hoes

I think that she knows