This is a song about "Getting mad hoes"

It ain't like that

My niggas getting mad

On top of other issues stacking and the world be getting mad at me,

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

You niggas aint got no hoes

Like a line full of hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Its just getting a way with murder is mad fun nobody will ever

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

Big homie hov said i am close

For 12 years,no new hoes!

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

We out here chasin hoes

This is love, nothing else close