This is a song about "Dirty hoe"

And yall niggas the right flow

Knocking success in my chest hoe

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

The crown ruler is back

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

Which itty bitty whiny hoe

Like curses on the radio

If they be man or hoe.

Now them broads gon' follow

Now this is to the hoe…

Preaching to the choir though

You fuck around and get killed hoe

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow