This is a song about "Instagram hoe"

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

I just call it …remember all the dough

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Or should i say snow... cause i exploded ya'know, eroded this hoe,

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Down just so we can grow

And yall niggas the right flow

Knocking success in my chest hoe

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Some are summaries of vivid pics, something like instagram

If they be man or hoe.

Now them broads gon' follow

And post the shit on instagram

Playboy, i don't own that man

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last