This is a song about "Being a gansta fuckin a hoe"

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

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

In response for a hoe i make his life a misery show

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

Hoe from behind whiles smoking a blunt and a pipe,

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Ran outside to see the big show

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

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

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto