This is a song about "Cash and hoes"

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Watching for hollow-tip shots

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

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

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

Me i got a nice house, car and some cash

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass