This is a song about "She my hoe"

And if the chick in my way and hate then the hoe get killed

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

She ain't no hoe, what you talkin' bout

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Tell my hoe it aint nowhere near time to go

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

I shit on the script while your hoe on my dick, but i never slip,

Got your girl in my lambo, she likes it, she knows

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

She thinking she my main bitch, but really she the side chick

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

That's my cash flow; the mass of the ass attached to my last hoe

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show