This is a song about "Poor hoe"

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

You fuck around and get killed hoe

You got that indie glow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Niggas say i'm loco

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Got it matching though

So you can thank your hoe…

Or should i say snow... cause i exploded ya'know, eroded this hoe,

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

But i let off everything i have

Knocking success in my chest hoe

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough