This is a song about "A musty hoe"

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Im a boss bitch ,but im not a hoe

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

And you don't qualify because you are a hoe.

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

And go,cause carl c returned to fuck up a hoe,

And we type of niggas that'll smash and pass a hoe

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw