This is a song about "You hoe"

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Hoe, bitch why you fronting? you ain't come up, so why you showing up?

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Anything more? yeah bring it on you stupid hoe/

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

I would never post my dopest shit what you take me for a hoe,

You ain't my bro no more,you are hoe

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

When i'm knocking, you better run hoe!

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

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

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

You spit flames but i got that lava flow, i got props from randy, hoe

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though