This is a song about "Hoe niggas"

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Is that there wasn't a father for this pimp and this hoe

Huh, i can't interpret her

Im braver,no hoe saver,

Which itty bitty whiny hoe

Ballin til the buzzer blow

She ain't no hoe, what you talkin' bout

Get yours; you know what this about

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Niggas that guided me through

Hoe i'm mad ,let them boo,

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

I ain't tryna brag though

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Ya boy said suck it hoe, suck it hoe you know you want this (know you want this)