This is a song about "Ballin cash money ass hoes niggas are bithes"

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I don't know what you heard about

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

In front of our building, they was my heroes

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

These hoes are for anyone

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Back to times square...i got dimes here