This is a song about "Hoe hoe"

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Knocking success in my chest hoe

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

And we type of niggas that'll smash and pass a hoe

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

She's a dime out a benjamin, what a hoe

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Now them broads gon' follow

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

If they be man or hoe.

Ain't no gimmick with the flow