This is a song about "Cash and money and hoes"

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

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

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

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Took me mighty long to get here

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear