This is a song about "Fucking my hoes"

Check me out ain't no time pout, my rhymes are sick these hoes be on my dick

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

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

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

Big homie hov said i am close

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

So drop the slam and lets get sick

All my hoes can drive my stick

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Hoes love me because of my cars