This is a song about "Pounding hoes"

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

This is love, nothing else close

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Keep it trill for the hoes

Always stay ahead of these stank hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Big homie hov said i am close

Like a line full of hoes

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Blue dixon running shoes hanging from laces,hearts pounding faster when