This is a song about "Murdda that hoe"

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

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

Suspicious that i will diminish foes and slap them like my old hoe/

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

You fuck around and get killed hoe

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

You spit flames but i got that lava flow, i got props from randy, hoe

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

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

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Or should i say snow... cause i exploded ya'know, eroded this hoe,

When i'm knocking, you better run hoe!

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

So you can thank your hoe…

You haven't flowered loco