This is a song about "Trifling hoes"

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

We out here chasin hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Like a line full of hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

So i can nut on these hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

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