This is a song about "Fat belly hoe"

Who real bitches check me out though

Now this is to the hoe…

Our children must be taught, of africa

Meanwhile you can stroke my fuckin' belly nigga,

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

I not chasing no hoe

Preaching to the choir though

Got so many bars im fat like homers belly

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

In the #belly of the #beast, #teeth #biting through the #meat

But hey yo look, money from across the street

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Knocking success in my chest hoe