This is a song about "Hoes like you"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Look at all the hoes you losing

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I used to roll with hoes like you, but i wasn't a pimp then.

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

You got love for hov? man, you got love for hoes

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

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.

Like a line full of hoes

No, no, we are not those