This is a song about "Radio hoe"

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Which itty bitty whiny hoe

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Make your parents change the radio station

You can hear me later on song-cast radio

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Hear me on the radio

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

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Im turnt up like a radio

I not chasing no hoe

We still ride though

Now get the fuck back hoe

Wale dc said we on joe