This is a song about "Were the hoes"

You pull up in parking lots

Fuck them hoes and the cops

I despise clothin' worn by the guys posin' like hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

We love for a while then a light goes

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

In the garden guarding my hoes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes