This is a song about "Allanah hoe"

You fuck around and get killed hoe

That's why they can't mess up my flow

And when it come to the cash

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

You got that indie glow

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

This summer gone be mine though

When i'm knocking, you better run hoe!

Or should i say snow... cause i exploded ya'know, eroded this hoe,

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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