This is a song about "Weed hoes"

I keep my money neat

Who be puffin that weed

Put up and smoke that weed,

I’m way harder than the concrete

I can always go home and look down my street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

Keep it trill for the hoes

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

We out here chasin hoes

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