This is a song about "Hoes and smoking"

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

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

It's temporary lust you need an in showing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

In front of our building, they was my heroes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Most of you are heartbroken, stop the rapping, and start smoking.

It's no wonder why i go in any hood like i am knowing

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And keep out of the way of the hoes.