This is a song about "Call the popo hoe"

They call me the finisher,

I be on my dark liquor

They said i'm insane but them popo still give me probation.

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

I shit on the script while your hoe on my dick, but i never slip,

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

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

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

An overdosed fucker and a hoe from the streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

From now on dont call me lriss call me the examiner

To rightly ride an overgrown hoe to the dome. consider me an enemy and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

The other was you being a stocky hoe,