This is a song about "Hoes wishy washy"

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Big homie hov said i am close

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Tryna stay clear of my foes

I show up with four hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

You actin' like i'm out here rapin' hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

For 12 years,no new hoes!

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

In the garden guarding my hoes