This is a song about "Girls and hoes"

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

One night love: i'mma need that

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Knew a couple smart girls that turned into hoes for tuition

Boy and girls watch me unfold

Hand to hand in the cold

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

We should fuck each others mothers

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Fuck them hoes and the cops

The you should look up in the stars