This is a song about "Hoes"

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Always stay ahead of these stank hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

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

Took me a while just to write those

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

This is love, nothing else close

Like a line full of hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos