This is a song about "Smoking with hoes"

Live from the lamont's rose

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Some people take the pain away with liquor or smoking dust,

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

With the hoes getting sloppy oddly cocky

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Fuck your ratchet hoes, i kill the mic with spasmatic flows,

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Racism stands tall with his smoking gun, a child's life stolen

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap