This is a song about "Yeah hoe"

Im braver,no hoe saver,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Shouldnt have called our girl a hoe.

Get you high, keep it on the low

Shout out bobby on hundreds

She's just a hoe with tricks.

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

It ain't nothing though

You know i be teasing, though

You fuck around and get killed hoe

And we type of niggas that'll smash and pass a hoe

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show