This is a song about "Hoe patrol"

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

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Im a boss bitch ,but im not a hoe

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Im braver,no hoe saver,

You fuck around and get killed hoe

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service