This is a song about "Money ant hoes"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

This is love, nothing else close

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

This is my point of view, ya dreams of leaving ant ever coming true,

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Like a line full of hoes

She's bad and she knows

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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