This is a song about "Stitches money hoe"

So you can thank your hoe…

Word, absence will make the heart grow

I not chasing no hoe

Heard that you alright though

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

A round, white-leather ball with red stitches.

This ones for the lovers

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Shouldnt have called our girl a hoe.

I tear pussies open, they need stitches

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

You fuck around and get killed hoe

Your last man was semi pro