This is a song about "Hoes and smoking"

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

And i know - there'll never be peace

Big homie hov said i am close

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

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

Bought the dope and have hoes

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

The third one is mixed, white and black

Smoking weed and listening to rap