This is a song about "Katt a hoe"

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

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

I dumped the hoe and fell asleep inside of a bugatti

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

And we type of niggas that'll smash and pass a hoe

Its tragic tho, been cast a role to crash into traffic slamming in panic to a faggot hoe

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

So i turn to look and find out

Ill come an slap a hoe around

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

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

See, the last one i dated, i hated

Cant fuck wit a hoe thats basic

Im a boss bitch ,but im not a hoe

Get you high, keep it on the low