This is a song about "Folks and hoes"

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

In front of our building, they was my heroes

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

And all the folks crushed who wanna be beating the system,

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

I’ve seen these young folks sell their souls for fortune and fame,

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

And imma make these hoes bleed

The revolution will proceed

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Throwing rhymes and sewing lines like seamstresses, pop folks in domes,

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Can't decide, take em out

And all the folks crushed who wanna be beating the system,

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision