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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

So you can thank your hoe…

Call me whatever joe

One time for the 305, though

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

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

Hoe i'm mad ,let them boo,

Niggas that guided me through

No, but it will give everyone a show, your just mad cause i fucked yo hoe, thats a little low,

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

You could not afford a hoe mate, how would you support a soul mate