This is a song about "Getting money and fucking hoes"

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Took me a while just to write those

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I'm fucking getting people to notice,

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart