This is a song about "Hoes wishy washy"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

No, no, we are not those

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

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

I show up with four hoes

Damn right madame, again i fucked those hoes

We love for a while then a light goes

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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