This is a song about "Smelly hoes"

So i can nut on these hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

We never tattle, let god handle that

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Keep it trill for the hoes

She's bad and she knows

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes