This is a song about "Cash and hoes"

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Took me a while just to write those

If you knew my past and you knew my cash

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Bought the dope and have hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Why a black nigga take ass over class

And i'll proceed to throw this cash