This is a song about "Striking hoes out"

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Knocking these hoes out, muhammad ali

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Striking her with blows he bellowed “where’s my money?”

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Instead of the hoes i was digging out, the one girl i always had a fit about

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

#striking like #thunder dismantle your feet earthquake from under n watch you suffer

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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