This is a song about "Call the popo hoe"

I know my lyrics suck more cock, then the average hoe on the block,

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

They tell me i'm the best i say i ain't even trying hoe

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

Yo we roll in the hole,we roll with the hoe

Which itty bitty whiny hoe

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

If they be man or hoe.

Same bitches used to play me though

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

Now get the fuck back hoe

And she gives them a blow

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