This is a song about "Slappin hoes"

You niggas aint got no hoes

This is love, nothing else close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Slappin' teachers and jackin' off in front of my counselors

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Guess i’m different than most

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those