This is a song about "Hoe don t do it"

So i took my time, then t-caines was my name, dwight it,

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Your hoe i'd hit it, my mind stay conceited

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Uh, well, don't waste time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy