This is a song about "Real ho"

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Righty ho, that's drake's act copied

The drug that they brain need

Where real recognize real

Yellow diamonds in my ear

But you are just a ho

Get rough with me, that night flow

So ho your ass will get smashed bitch

Double m self made we forever rich

You haven't flowered loco

Don't beef over no ho