This is a song about "Fake hoe"

We both had dreams of being great

You can think i'm a fake,

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

Knocking success in my chest hoe

I just call it …remember all the dough

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

Shouldnt have called our girl a hoe.

You got that indie glow

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

Way too much right here is at stake

Ur love was always fake

She graduated top of the class

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash