This is a song about "Mrs moore hoe"

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

You fuck around and get killed hoe

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

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

When you've made so many mistakes in life and you just want a clean slate!

Senor bout to catch me being late come on mrs roberts cant the attendance wait

Ha, in your loophole though

Now get the fuck back hoe

Get you high, keep it on the low

So you can thank your hoe…

Hoe i'm mad ,let them boo,

I don't wanna damage you

Im ravishing like rick, ruder than rudy ray moore,

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

And wonder how we ever came to this

Secret missives to the mrs