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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

I'm fucking getting people to notice,

They music good but they bogus

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Got shows on top of shows

Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south

Hundred k in twenty-two hours