This is a song about "My hoes"

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

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

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Got shows on top of shows

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

And my old hoes are mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings,

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose