This is a song about "Trifling hoes"

Like a line full of hoes

This life i chose

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

You niggas aint got no hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

In the garden guarding my hoes

We out here chasin hoes

No, no, we are not those

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Bought the dope and have hoes

Uneven-ed floors, like joeys cornelius flow might be psycho though, you trifling

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

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

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

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those