This is a song about "Nappy as hoe"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Turn up the heat, cause your word's will phase me as much as a hoe tweet/

She's just a hoe with tricks.

Size 9 fly kicks

Hoe i'm mad ,let them boo,

I'm a still love you

And we type of niggas that'll smash and pass a hoe

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Which itty bitty whiny hoe

People love hodgy i hate you though

Silly bitches gon' follow

You fuck around and get killed hoe

You haven't flowered loco

Now this is to the hoe…