This is a song about "Ho ho ho"

And you get red, then blow the fuck up like a muhfuckin tomatoe, ho

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Ho, your gonna eat it all up

Call me whatever joe

But you are just a ho

My white ho gonna to college,

When you fly as a bitch

If she don't speak english she can't say no, and it's only stealing if you're fucking a ho.

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Sit there with your ho of a wife

The bittersweet of life, of life