This is a song about "Tit bag hoe"

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Produces more liquid than a pregnant bitches tit

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

Look how the buzz will grow

If they be man or hoe.

But seemingly believe it though

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

You fuck around and get killed hoe

And all the shit you went through

Abrakadabra a hoe or two