This is a song about "Now u smoke hoes and coco"

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Now all i wanna do is fucken smoke

Impeccable give it my note

Just cuz u smoke nigga, doesn't mean you a freaking og.

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Smoke so much in this room u cant even see/

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby