This is a song about "Hartford hoes"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

In the garden guarding my hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

No, no, we are not those

I show up with four hoes

So i can nut on these hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes