This is a song about "Gina hoe"

You haven't flowered loco

Which itty bitty whiny hoe

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)

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

Turning to ground zero

I not chasing no hoe

My ambition to blow

Now get the fuck back hoe

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

I ain't tryna brag though

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

Anything more? yeah bring it on you stupid hoe/