This is a song about "Next hoe"

Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Shades: lv was a little dough

Now get the fuck back hoe

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

Look how the buzz will grow

If they be man or hoe.

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Try to show instead of tell it's elementary you hoe.

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

Bring your pen and your weed stash

I not chasing no hoe

Your girlfriend want to follow