This is a song about "Tha is a hoe"

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

And “smack a hoe”, this is common, oppressive,

You better fear tha thunda', my dick is a thor

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Rythm it's off on tha station it's a lyrical race an

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

Is that there wasn't a father for this pimp and this hoe

Face tha lyrical rythm of this lick i'm throwin' a

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

You ask me how she is well she's an insane hoe

But like a porn star i'm best when to swallow