This is a song about "Zodiac hoe"

Waivers of his hip-hop saviors and to the zodiac vapors.

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Fuck imma little mental, with some whack zodiac

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

And we type of niggas that'll smash and pass a hoe

Now get the fuck back hoe

At this love thing toe to toe

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe