This is a song about "Were the hoes"

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Big homie hov said i am close

Bought the dope and have hoes

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

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

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