This is a song about "Were the hoes"

I'm freakin the hoes bra

I ain't, mad, at cha

So i'm one with that

The hoes are resented,

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Everything i wanted never seem so close

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,