This is a song about "Fine hoe"

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

I've turned out almost fine,

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

She prefer the dutty wine

You'd be walking a fine line

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

And what about the rappers

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

To pretend that everythings fine

So you can thank your hoe…

Ran outside to see the big show

Gotta be something for me write this

I salivate at fine bitches