This is a song about "Hoes money"

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Keep it trill for the hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

We love for a while then a light goes

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

Bought the dope and have hoes

This is love, nothing else close

No, no, we are not those

Like a line full of hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

You feel it from your head to your toes

In the garden guarding my hoes