This is a song about "Boats and hoe"

And everyone knows u cant turn a hoe into a housewife

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

I wanna real life big booty hoe, so i can have her strip and put on a show,

But i know i see better days

I like rowing boats on sundays,

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

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Hoe i'm dope and i hope you done heard of me

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Bad bitches never loved them though

If they be man or hoe.

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I dumped the hoe and fell asleep inside of a bugatti