This is a song about "Kayla the hoe"

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Turn up the heat, cause your word's will phase me as much as a hoe tweet/

Knocking success in my chest hoe

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Like the man in the cloud on mario,sorry hoe i just not feeling your sorry flow

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

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

Babies turn into shooters

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

They tell me i'm the best i say i ain't even trying hoe

That you selling rides on the white horse right up out your crib

I shit on the script while your hoe on my dick, but i never slip,

She tryna get her groove back like stella, grab the umbrella

Hoe dryer then the sahara yet wetter then yo girl sara,

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

That's my cash flow; the mass of the ass attached to my last hoe