This is a song about "Were the hoes"

Why is it when i talk i'm so biased to the hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

You feel it from your head to your toes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

I'm hella faded sippin rozay surrounded by the hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose