This is a song about "Low life hoes"

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,

Here they keep a rachet close

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Like a line full of hoes

Bought the dope and have hoes

Guess i’m different than most

We out here chasin hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

You niggas aint got no hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

They setting the bar low,

Ran outside to see the big show