This is a song about "Hoes and drugs"

Just before they seen my money in the green

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs