This is a song about "Your a hoe"

In response for a hoe i make his life a misery show

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Turn up the heat, cause your word's will phase me as much as a hoe tweet/

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Ill come an slap a hoe around

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

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

And you don't qualify because you are a hoe.

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Your hoe i'd hit it, my mind stay conceited

Cant fuck wit a hoe thats basic

Small, but you talkin' big

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

And “smack a hoe”, this is common, oppressive,