This is a song about "Fuckin hoe"

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,

Now this is to the hoe…

You haven't flowered loco

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

And you don't qualify because you are a hoe.

And that i spent the night with her

Im braver,no hoe saver,

Now get the fuck back hoe

And i made it with that dope flow

So you can thank your hoe…

What's the deal with the nets though

No one-half and i hate math

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

Im a boss bitch ,but im not a hoe

This summer gone be mine though