This is a song about "Stank hoes"

Guess i’m different than most

We out here chasin hoes

Like a line full of hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes