This is a song about "Black hoe"

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

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

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

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

Can't break up to make up,she wake up, im out

She ain't no hoe, what you talkin' bout

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Im a boss bitch ,but im not a hoe

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Ya boy said suck it hoe, suck it hoe you know you want this (know you want this)