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

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

I'm fucking getting people to notice,

That scary love, never get married love

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Got shows on top of shows

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

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes