This is a song about "My hoe julie"

That's my cash flow; the mass of the ass attached to my last hoe

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

My rhyme flows, i got a hoe i just need is a real bitch like manti teo

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Wale dc said we on joe

Which itty bitty whiny hoe

I'mma do this fast or slow

So you can thank your hoe…

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I shit on the script while your hoe on my dick, but i never slip,

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Tell my hoe it aint nowhere near time to go

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle

Have a party at my funeral

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

You ain't my bro no more,you are hoe