This is a song about "Mad hoes"

You niggas aint got no hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

It's all she knows

Like a line full of hoes

In the garden guarding my hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

No, not bombs over baghdad

People said i was mad

For 12 years,no new hoes!

Live from the lamont's rose

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

And mad hoes ask beavis i get nuttin butt head