This is a song about "Hoes and prom"

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

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

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Where would i be without my dogs