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

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Well, total honesty, between you, your boss and me, you horny hoe

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

But most of the time

If they be man or hoe.

This is all my flow

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Like the man in the cloud on mario,sorry hoe i just not feeling your sorry flow

My savage niggas ran in yo shit empty'd that clip, pull that trigga to yo hoe head when she

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Cause we done did that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns