This is a song about "Sneaky hoes"

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Like a line full of hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

And imma make these hoes bleed

Have no souls indeed

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

No, no, we are not those

Big homie hov said i am close

I show up with four hoes