This is a song about "No hoe in ma blood"

I got an epidemic in ma blood called a rapping

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

U ain't good to stand in ma face,

Say you through will all my foul ways

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

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

You know i be teasing, though

I not chasing no hoe

Yo hoe aint no good, her pussy is sloppy

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

With no hope left in ma eyes

Inferior, but i'm nice