This is a song about "Ho bags"

But you are just a ho

Word, absence will make the heart grow

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Ho ho ho. it's santa claus. at a brothel with a blonde bitch between his paws.

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Dig, these niggas is fake joe