This is a song about "Cash and hoes"

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

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

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

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out