This is a song about "Fuckin hoe"

Now this is to the hoe…

But seemingly believe it though

And we type of niggas that'll smash and pass a hoe

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

She's just a hoe with tricks.

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Well, that's what you are

Im braver,no hoe saver,

She ain't no hoe, what you talkin' bout

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

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

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

She's a dime out a benjamin, what a hoe