This is a song about "Getting mad hoes"

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Did my rap make you mad?

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart, oh i was so mad

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

I think that she knows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Bought the dope and have hoes

You getting mad cause i'm no generic white dom kennedy,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Cus if your love was all i had

My niggas getting mad

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Its just getting a way with murder is mad fun nobody will ever