This is a song about "Your hoe ain t shit"

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

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

You fool deserve a bravo followed by stamp hoe on your forehead

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

So you can talk your shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

I know the world been waiting for that