This is a song about "Macs a hoe"

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Niggas use to hate me couldnt even get a hoe nigga

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

I dumped the hoe and fell asleep inside of a bugatti

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Your last man was semi pro

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Bound to hit a bitch with a man-hoe cover

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

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

These are real facts, now i don't deal crack, i'm packing macs,

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Abrakadabra a hoe or two