This is a song about "My hoes"

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,

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Here they keep a rachet close

In the garden guarding my hoes

Big homie hov said i am close

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

All my hoes can drive my stick

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose