This is a song about "Blowin money on hoes"

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Tryna kill my dreams

Spendin money on machines,

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

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

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

She spends money like it grows on trees/

Im blowin money first boy just like i do when i leave,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

About disaster in the world and

Money wild i'm on the hunt

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Blowin on good, shits going so good i'm starting to think i was chosen

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years