This is a song about "Hoe economics"

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

When i'm knocking, you better run hoe!

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

She said it really dont matter if its real though

She's just a hoe with tricks.

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Physical fitness, home economics

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

Or should i say snow... cause i exploded ya'know, eroded this hoe,

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,