This is a song about "Cash money hoes"

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Ain't no women at the shows

Like a line full of hoes

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

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

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Back to times square...i got dimes here

And cash money supermarket like seth,

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Bought the dope and have hoes

This is love, nothing else close

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Cause the economies hungry for cash

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody