This is a song about "That time me and my nigga jarome fucked them two hoes"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I fucked my fear and finally said her with my plale face that "i love you".

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

And i dare that nigga lil' wayne to come to my hood

Damn right madame, again i fucked those hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

The science and the art, africa

Give me face like that nigga

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

Yea it's supper time and it's almost two

Check me out ain't no time pout, my rhymes are sick these hoes be on my dick

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick