This is a song about "A hoe"

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Its tragic tho, been cast a role to crash into traffic slamming in panic to a faggot hoe

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Never cuff a bitch or hoe cuz you'll end up by yourself

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

She's just a hoe with tricks.

Cant fuck wit a hoe thats basic

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

You got that indie glow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

Is that there wasn't a father for this pimp and this hoe