This is a song about "Ugly ho"

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

All these bitches ugly, call them girls up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

A dog nigga, ballin' bitch

My white ho gonna to college,

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Yo so ugly, that a zombie looked attractive

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Telling themselves they ugly

With me there was no condom on, she's such a ho.

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts