This is a song about "Blowin money on hoes"

Spendin money on machines,

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

While scheming on hits

Spending all my money on lids

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Guess i’m different than most

You see, i spawn flows on these blond hoes

You brag about the hoes you holdin on the side

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

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

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber