This is a song about "Hoes and bands"

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Where would i be without my dogs

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

We love for a while then a light goes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

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

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

Only chicken heads chicken out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,