This is a song about "Hoe name steve"

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

The world looking out, they on the front row

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

At this love thing toe to toe

I not chasing no hoe

You haven't flowered loco

Shouldnt have called our girl a hoe.

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

I miss you at my recent show

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

When i'm knocking, you better run hoe!