This is a song about "Cum on hoes love money not sluts"

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Not the money on my mind looking for a time when all when my talent shall it rise.

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

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I love the sound of dying sluts in my cage all locked up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

All the hoes love me you know what it is

Cum on her like presto, creatin' art like fresco

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Watch me give it more while i show no love to this hoes