This is a song about "Your hoe"

Down just so we can grow

If they be man or hoe.

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

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

I shit on the script while your hoe on my dick, but i never slip,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

When i'm knocking, you better run hoe!

So you can thank your hoe…

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

This ones for the lovers

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Told your hoe to just suck up on my cock tip,