This is a song about "Mad hoes"

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart, oh i was so mad

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

No, no, we are not those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

We out here chasin hoes

Big homie hov said i am close

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

And my old hoes are mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings,

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Criticism doesn't make him mad

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

And mad hoes ask beavis i get nuttin butt head