This is a song about "Weed hoes"

No, no, we are not those

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

In the garden guarding my hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

I think that she knows

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

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

So i can nut on these hoes

You feel it from your head to your toes

Bought the dope and have hoes

It's all she knows

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

For 12 years,no new hoes!