This is a song about "Stank ass hoe"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Ya boy said suck it hoe, suck it hoe you know you want this (know you want this)

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

But let me tell you im not gonna be yo hoe ass bate

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

We magnetizing the ghetto

So you can thank your hoe…

Which itty bitty whiny hoe

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw