This is a song about "Your hoe mad"

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Which itty bitty whiny hoe

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Leaving your gore to pore, hoe u ain't winning so stop being ambitious

"everytime you see me in the kitchen, and your mad at mommy and daddy,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

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

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

But when i discuss a relationship your mad that we go back to this

I'm laughin' at your fantasy of commandin' rap pad, i ain't mad, kid

For a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a manyou always was committed