This is a song about "My ho"

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Admit the shit spewing toe to head on level, ho

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

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

And i never put a ho before my bro

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

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

Righty ho, that's drake's act copied

Me and my peeps often meet

I ain't complaining though, damn i love a lazy ho

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show