This is a song about "Your mums a hoe"

And everyone knows u cant turn a hoe into a housewife

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

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

I never crack i got that chap stick

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Fuck off bro just clean your mirror hoe , yo i'm rapping with a golden mic

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Go home a nite to find that my mums brought a crate

She's just a hoe with tricks.

All green nigga pick six

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

The best part of you ran down your mums leg and ended up being