This is a song about "Hoes weed bitches"

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

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

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/

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed