This is a song about "Bayarea money and hoes"

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose