Ayyy Po po you a hoe

Ayyy Po po you a hoe just thought id let you know covers been blown like the back of the dudes dome slumped slow ringing inner earlobe Entered another time zone all alone waiting on whatevers to come next slow No homo bro code ive got my own tone Making my money grow with a hot glow Hunting theifs down in the night zone If its givin back may just lett'em go Just never know how old is the soul Trapped upon a curse I already know Been my whole life never letting go. so I gotta make it or ill never see home Tick tick sounds of the running clock Gota beat the mobs makin my heart stop There's no more room at least not alot Better have manners an not be a slob Manner may just needa be tought cleanliness is what keeps mind on top Slide down and ill climb right back up