This is a song about "Hoes ain t shit"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Big homie hov said i am close

Like a line full of hoes

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

So now i'm in two hoes, real shit boy

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Top dropped down, black on black