This is a song about "Robert got hoe"

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

When i'm knocking, you better run hoe!

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

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

You spit flames but i got that lava flow, i got props from randy, hoe

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

It ain't nothing though

I not chasing no hoe

And we type of niggas that'll smash and pass a hoe

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

You fuck around and get killed hoe

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Now this is to the hoe…

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow