This is a song about "Haka waka ho ho ho"

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I'm talkin' like your mom's pimp do, say man, "hey ho",

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

You owe the money ho now your getting tamed

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,