This is a song about "Go talk to your hoes"

That i talk back to your every word

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Go home to your mother

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

Well go cry to your mom

Tats no dey for my arm

Why is it when i talk i'm so biased to the hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Nigga talk to god about how your life been

Go back to your toys, y'all ain't sexy.

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

But i leave at that on paper, don't go to people and talk smack

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag