This is a song about "Blowin money on hoes"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Stay blowin on dat loud hit port' after that

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

I've become immune to you no name haters

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Being fly was priority to the lowest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

But i gotta get it gotta focus on that money

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one