This is a song about "That hoe"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Ya boy said suck it hoe, suck it hoe you know you want this (know you want this)

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

No one-half and i hate math

Spending money when your wallet gets low

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

Or should i say snow... cause i exploded ya'know, eroded this hoe,

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

You spit flames but i got that lava flow, i got props from randy, hoe

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Which itty bitty whiny hoe

My savage niggas ran in yo shit empty'd that clip, pull that trigga to yo hoe head when she

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city