This is a song about "Wiffing hoes"

So i can nut on these hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

In the garden guarding my hoes

Always stay ahead of these stank hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

It's all she knows

Like a line full of hoes

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Big homie hov said i am close

Bought the dope and have hoes

No, no, we are not those