This is a song about "Coke hoes and big screen tv s"

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

We're stupid and confused, blow the fuse on the tv screen,

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Tell em its diet coke and choke from the next big swig,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

And everything on tv is just your imagination

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

You would think that i had a match for a tooth