This is a song about "Glow from the hoes"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

In the garden guarding my hoes

With the neighbours, the dim glow is glaring against my vase

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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