This is a song about "Hoes calling"

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Can we do , they calling us

And im back and calling shots, calling whos shot

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

All these 12 year old bros turning into hoes, its so bad i feel like calling the

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

That's why your girl keeps calling

Them people, they talking

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Informing me it's day, as rush hour's calling,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Was calling me a retard

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes