This is a song about "Gay ass hoe"

Now this is to the hoe…

My ambition to blow

And i got 'em every day, every day

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

That's my cash flow; the mass of the ass attached to my last hoe

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Same bitches used to play me though

If they be man or hoe.

I'm rolling down the window

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Vanilla ice imposters, when they recording at home they prolly do some gay ass dance

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

Now get the fuck back hoe

Ran outside to see the big show