This is a song about "Bayarea money and hoes"

This life i chose

Bought the dope and have hoes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

This is love, nothing else close

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

I be murdering bars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free