This is a song about "No hoe"

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

She ain't no hoe, what you talkin' bout

If they be man or hoe.

Just let it chill joe

Yo hoe aint no good, her pussy is sloppy

God mc oh my god you gotta see

So you can thank your hoe…

Ran outside to see the big show

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

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

I still got haters

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

When i'm knocking, you better run hoe!

She probably had a reason though

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

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