This is a song about "N hoes"

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Bought the dope and have hoes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Keep it trill for the hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Lyrically giving these hoes a chance to listen n' live in felicity

I think that she knows

So i can nut on these hoes

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes