This is a song about "So ho"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Righty ho, that's drake's act copied

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Ho ho ho. it's santa claus. at a brothel with a blonde bitch between his paws.

Don't beef over no ho

My ambition to blow

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

If she don't speak english she can't say no, and it's only stealing if you're fucking a ho.

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

Stab a ho wit a pencil, i rap but my flow is so resentful

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

I ain't complaining though, damn i love a lazy ho