This is a song about "Slay a hoe"

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

Always keepin a bad hoe in my circle

Ok now everythings wonderful

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Is that there wasn't a father for this pimp and this hoe

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

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

If you're the best i'll slay ya, have a taste of the slayer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

She's just a hoe with tricks.

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

What's the deal with the nets though

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

The other was you being a stocky hoe,