ABSTRACT
When somebody else calls me a ‘ho,’ I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all. You haven’t walked in my shoes; don’t condemn me. You know what I mean? I don’t like when a man pulls up to me and says “Hey, ho, come here.” No. Don’t do that shit because I will go off, you know? Now I could say, “Well, I’m a ho.” I could say it. But I know who I am. But when other people try to do that, I don’t like it.
