This is a song about "Radio hoe"

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

Single man crew of prose flowing on radio

Spending money when your wallet gets low

You not all that--i do not listen to the radio

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

Listen to the radio huh never mind,

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

So you can thank your hoe…

But now the dough like kaiser bro

Turn on the radio all i hear is

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

In the club like fuck it, though

Turn off the radio