This is a song about "Rachet hoes"

Took me a while just to write those

You actin' like i'm out here rapin' hoes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

You niggas aint got no hoes

Guess i’m different than most

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

It's all she knows

I show up with four hoes

For my nigga i gotta fuck two hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Always stay ahead of these stank hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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