This is a song about "Ghetto hoe"

This shit ain't nothing new though

If they be man or hoe.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

That's why she ignore my flowers

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

Although thought that we would grow

I not chasing no hoe

Well, that's what you are

Than a ghetto blaster