This is a song about "Hot hoes"

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Here they keep a rachet close

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Back then hoes did want me,now im hot hoes still want me

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Big homie hov said i am close

We out here chasin hoes

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

You niggas aint got no hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Live from the lamont's rose

Im killing niggahz and they hoes