This is a song about "Were the hoes"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Bought the dope and have hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

I ain't mad at cha

I'm freakin the hoes bra

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

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

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Keep it trill for the hoes