This is a song about "Robert got hoe"

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

And when it come to the cash

I not chasing no hoe

That kevin love flow

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

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

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

Babies turn into shooters

Hoe i'm mad ,let them boo,

Niggas that guided me through

The world looking out, they on the front row

When i'm knocking, you better run hoe!

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

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