This is a song about "Terry the hoe"

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I dumped the hoe and fell asleep inside of a bugatti

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

I know my lyrics suck more cock, then the average hoe on the block,

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

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

Yo we roll in the hole,we roll with the hoe

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

An overdosed fucker and a hoe from the streets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams