This is a song about "Stank ho"

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

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

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

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

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

I'm talkin' like your mom's pimp do, say man, "hey ho",

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

So ho your ass will get smashed bitch

They vaguely decipher my language