This is a song about "Hoes are chat"

I sit back roll couple of zig zag's and chit chat

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

Been teased by the devil, hated in rappad chat

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Hoes are what i don't chase, i got no time to waste

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

And my old hoes are mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings,

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

These bitches talkin reckless and im not wit that chit chat

The hoes are resented,

As deep as dawson's creek and shit