This is a song about "Were the hoes"

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

The hoes are resented,

And you all will respect that

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

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

We love for a while then a light goes