This is a song about "Thoty hoes"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

In the garden guarding my hoes

You niggas aint got no hoes

This is love, nothing else close

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Damn right madame, again i fucked those hoes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

We out here chasin hoes

Guess i’m different than most

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose