This is a song about "The hoe"

And if the chick in my way and hate then the hoe get killed

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

When we rumble, it's a catastrophyout for revenge on bitch

I never fucked that tight white bitch, because i found out that hoe was the snitch,

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

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

Married to winnie, he think he really nelson mandela

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

An overdosed fucker and a hoe from the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You haven't flowered loco

So you can thank your hoe…

Look how the buzz will grow

You fuck around and get killed hoe