This is a song about "Fuckin ya hoe"

Got it matching though

I not chasing no hoe

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Ill fuckin eat ya live, u an indian, im the cupboard

When i'm knocking, you better run hoe!

This one right here for polo

Knocking success in my chest hoe

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

So fuck ya, fuck my dick, you can fuckin ride fuckin me in this mathematical bitch!

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Ya boy said suck it hoe, suck it hoe you know you want this (know you want this)

Your like a fuckin buffoon, see ya in hell

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell