This is a song about "Thuy ho"

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

A bitch says shit, fuck a slut, she's just a freaky ho,

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

I ain't complaining though, damn i love a lazy ho

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

If she don't speak english she can't say no, and it's only stealing if you're fucking a ho.

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

Ho, i seize the amplifiers with no damn survivors,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse