This is a song about "Kayla the hoe"

I never fucked that tight white bitch, because i found out that hoe was the snitch,

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Hit the club she drop it low

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

And if the chick in my way and hate then the hoe get killed

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

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

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

I dumped the hoe and fell asleep inside of a bugatti

To rightly ride an overgrown hoe to the dome. consider me an enemy and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

No one-half and i hate math

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse