This is a song about "My hoe"

And if the chick in my way and hate then the hoe get killed

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Bad bitches get low

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

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

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

My niggas is winning though

Your hoe i'd hit it, my mind stay conceited

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Which itty bitty whiny hoe

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

You fuck around and get killed hoe

Ima keep that on the low

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

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