This is a song about "N hoes"

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

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

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

In the garden guarding my hoes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Took me a while just to write those

Here they keep a rachet close

Like a line full of hoes

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

I show up with four hoes

Damn right madame, again i fucked those hoes

We love for a while then a light goes

So i can nut on these hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows