This is a song about "My hoes"

You feel it from your head to your toes

In the garden guarding my hoes

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Take a few hits from the bowl, on a friday night i call my niggas and have bring the hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Never lookin for a handout

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

I pimp slap every single one of my asian hoes,