This is a song about "Pussy hoe"

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

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

Ima keep that on the low

I not chasing no hoe

When i'm knocking, you better run hoe!

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

Get you high, keep it on the low

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Call me whatever joe

So you can thank your hoe…

You fuck around and get killed hoe

People love hodgy i hate you though

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

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

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window