This is a song about "Murder hoes"

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

They will always try whether its murder

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

Took the van, went snatch her

...not wanted 4 murder...

Live from the lamont's rose

Like a line full of hoes

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

This is love, nothing else close

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

With intent to commit murder

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,