This is a song about "The love for the hoes"

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Grits chopped off for the love and affection

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

For the love of the gameeeeee (echo)

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Fuck them hoes and the cops

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Another time for the thugs that need love

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff