This is a song about "Puppets mom a stank hoe"

I hit the studio

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Shouldnt have called our girl a hoe.

I dumped the hoe and fell asleep inside of a bugatti

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

In response for a hoe i make his life a misery show

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Is that there wasn't a father for this pimp and this hoe

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

And “smack a hoe”, this is common, oppressive,

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Dad and mom are getting a divorce

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs