This is a song about "Getting money andfucking hoes"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

If we focused on our problems like we did on getting money, you'd think we'd get somewhere honey?

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

With the hoes getting sloppy oddly cocky

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

But i - somehow, some way

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Nothin going wrong just getting money saying it again in my song

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

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