This is a song about "No hoe shit no fucking hoe shit"

So you can thank your hoe…

We magnetizing the ghetto

After that moscato hit

No swing and a miss shit,

No more weak shit comin at you hard you here dat shit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

I'm being real, this ain't no "pretend" shit

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

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Kinship, relationship, friendship, no discriminating race shit

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

I not chasing no hoe

Your girlfriend want to follow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Hit the club she drop it low