This is a song about "Hoe is gone"

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

All the pain inside, i'm findin' that my mind is gone, vacant

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Luck is gone for you mister kill a cop ain't steady

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

What! the antenna is gone! [gasp] rape the maid again in rage

hoe please don't be comical possibility you beating me is improbable,

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

When my world is just getting colder...my mind has gone

It seems like the entire thing is stupid and that's never gone,

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Now this is to the hoe…