This is a song about "She was a hoe"

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

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

She ain't know i was a killer

Just so happens mine they prefer

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

She abhorred her spouse, when he was a born she couldn't afford a house

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

And no nigga gon love you

Since she was a little age

You promise that's change

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

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

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Her smile i was seeking, but she was crying a million times,