This is a song about "Weed n hoes"

From the back seat, back seat

Put up and smoke that weed,

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

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

I show up with four hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Like a line full of hoes

No, no, we are not those

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

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Like a line full of hoes

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed