This is a song about "My hoes"

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Check me out ain't no time pout, my rhymes are sick these hoes be on my dick

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Vision, im so sick, got you hoes on my dick, if this weren't a battle i'd beat you

Every night i stroke hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

No, no, we are not those

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

Here they keep a rachet close

We out here chasin hoes