This is a song about "Bmoney and hoes"

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

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

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And i'm still hurtin over pops

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

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

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Big homie hov said i am close