This is a song about "Hoes all night"

Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

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

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

I used to dream of you all day and night

The tables are turned i can't take this

Kay we're back, up all night, kinda pensive

(and go berserk) all night long

Looking so damn right you're wrong

I swear they think i'm crazy

Fuckin hoes thats all free,

Now you all are crazy day to night

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried