This is a song about "Ho"

But you are just a ho

Scab, fix up look shop joe

I ain't complaining though, damn i love a lazy ho

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

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

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Hi ho peeps, i light the lamp like crosby

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

Never mind that's just twitch stealing lines line charlie sheen ho

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Righty ho, that's drake's act copied

Mmg and that's my clique

Ho, your gonna eat it all up

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck