This is a song about "She was a hoe"

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

That was till she chose a school

She once saw a man she loved when she was looking through the glass,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

You know...you know who you are

She ain't know i was a killer

Nobody to tell her she was a princess

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

You ask me how she is well she's an insane hoe

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow

Shouldnt have called our girl a hoe.

Silly bitches gon' follow

I know she a hoe but at least im fucking something

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing