This is a song about "I dont chase no hoes"

And now the present got you struggling

I dont see no people coming

No, no, we are not those

For 12 years,no new hoes!

I dont know what those are, dont ring no bells

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

I am trapped in a world that i dont want be in and i find that there's no

You run i chase ends in a blood covered face

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Nigga i ain't fuckin' wit no riff raff hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Hoes are what i don't chase, i got no time to waste