This is a song about "Family struggle money hoes fake"

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

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

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Murder his family

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

You fake like money your a counterfeit

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

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

Just like an animal

I'm skipping over that struggle

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Trying to make money so my family could eat

Visiting the family

They say nothings ever free