This is a song about "Tweaking hoes"

I remember peabody mice crawling up the shower

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

I think that she knows

So i can nut on these hoes

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Keep it trill for the hoes

Like a line full of hoes

It's all she knows

Live from the lamont's rose

We out here chasin hoes

You niggas aint got no hoes

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