This is a song about "Why you mad bc your a hoe"

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Her body and you know she loves you but shes a corny hoe now get ready to

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart, oh i was so mad

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Hoe i'm mad ,let them boo,

Hand in your ass you ask why?

That got your mother high

Same bitches used to play me though

So you can thank your hoe…

Now them broads gon' follow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Although thought that we would grow

You fuck around and get killed hoe