This is a song about "Bito is a hoe"

And “smack a hoe”, this is common, oppressive,

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

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

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

Bad bitches never loved them though

Now this is to the hoe…

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I dumped the hoe and fell asleep inside of a bugatti

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

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

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

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

If a hoe disrespects, she'll be like marilyn monroe

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

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