This is a song about "H o v a"

M v p like steve nash

Baby got that super bass

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

Like a fool he pulled his money eya-eya o

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

Try to hire protection, it's a piece o' cake.

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

There've been a lot o' rainy days, a lot in my life.

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

Not #h or a #king but ill #hit a #pedigree