This is a song about "Killing pregnant hoes"

This is love, nothing else close

Keep it trill for the hoes

Hoping that he's listening

My divine itching and shrine killing

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Your words are #pregnant, my styles #inconceivable, #premature death

I show up with four hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

For 12 years,no new hoes!

Ain't no women at the shows

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

In the garden guarding my hoes

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Produces more liquid than a pregnant bitches tit

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Big homie hov said i am close