This is a song about "Were the hoes"

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

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

Jay rock got flows

Bought the dope and have hoes

We love for a while then a light goes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes