This is a song about "Terry the hoe"

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

I shit on the script while your hoe on my dick, but i never slip,

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Which itty bitty whiny hoe

To rightly ride an overgrown hoe to the dome. consider me an enemy and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Now this is to the hoe…

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

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

Like the man in the cloud on mario,sorry hoe i just not feeling your sorry flow

Hoe dryer then the sahara yet wetter then yo girl sara,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

And yall niggas the right flow

Now get the fuck back hoe

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class