This is a song about "Ho ho ho gotta go"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Ho, i seize the amplifiers with no damn survivors,

Watch me smack a ho, turn around and catapult off

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

This shit ain't nothing new though

But you are just a ho

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

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

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

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

Got it matching though

Don't beef over no ho