This is a song about "Fuckin hoe"

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

You fuck around and get killed hoe

That's why she ignore my flowers

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

Knocking success in my chest hoe

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

If they be man or hoe.

One time for the 305, though

Is that there wasn't a father for this pimp and this hoe

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

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

Hoe i'm mad ,let them boo,

Thank god i found you