This is a song about "Dumb ass hoes with fros"

Good luck with that mug of a mutt ya bum, you're dumb

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Completely your fault dumb ass

Your life is a product of trash

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

With the hoes getting sloppy oddly cocky

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

With a dumb fuck flexin but he won't leave his booth

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

I don't see your dumb ass ego's in the way