This is a song about "Were the hoes"

No, no, we are not those

Keep it trill for the hoes

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Everything i wanted never seem so close

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Fucking each others moms

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

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