This is a song about "Hoes"

Live from the lamont's rose

Like a line full of hoes

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

You actin' like i'm out here rapin' hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

Keep it trill for the hoes