This is a song about "Hoes and shovels"

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

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

These hoes are bad and they know

Just let it chill joe