This is a song about "Pimp hoes"

I think that she knows

Bought the dope and have hoes

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

Like a line full of hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

This life i chose

Keep it trill for the hoes

I pimp slap every single one of my asian hoes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

I used to roll with hoes like you, but i wasn't a pimp then.

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Don't hustle or pimp, or fondle the boss for slips