This is a song about "Bella is a hoe"

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

Isabella, ma bella

I try to tell them i'm one of the

hoe please don't be comical possibility you beating me is improbable,

Shes always crazy az fuck such a goddamn rebel, fuck her shes trouble,

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Now this is to the hoe…

She's a dime out a benjamin, what a hoe

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow