This is a song about "Old hoes"

I show up with four hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

Damn right madame, again i fucked those hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Like a line full of hoes

It's all she knows

Then those bitches who grew old.

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

All these 12 year old bros turning into hoes, its so bad i feel like calling the

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

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

No, no, we are not those

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.