This is a song about "Cash money hoes guns choppas bustin stuntin"

The good kid from the ugly city

Got the police bustin' at me/

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Spending her time with him i guess

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Here they keep a rachet close

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those