This is a song about "Paganis and hoes"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Mean alot more to me, check me out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

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

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

Last of a dying breed

And imma make these hoes bleed

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth