This is a song about "Hoes being hoes"

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

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

For my nigga i gotta fuck two hoes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

Bought the dope and have hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

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

I think that she knows

I show up with four hoes

Like a line full of hoes

No, no, we are not those

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,