This is a song about "Slay a hoe"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I dumped the hoe and fell asleep inside of a bugatti

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

And go,cause carl c returned to fuck up a hoe,

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

I ruptured her skin with a slick nine inch blade that's made to slay a bitch like this.

Yall lame niggas. no bitches when yall are out

Ill come an slap a hoe around

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

She's just a hoe with tricks.

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

Filled with sorrow till tomorrows breakaway a mess till i slay