This is a song about "We the main hoes"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

You're the appetizer, i'm the main course and the garnish.

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

It's like a stain, the main memory,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Making music is the main goal better

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

We don't need to work it just to get those hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Sylvester stallone and arnie are the main men,

When they here today what you say to them

Big homie hov said i am close

We out here chasin hoes