This is a song about "Hoes and gold"

Bullshitting that nigga did his shit for the clippers

That portray women as objects, as hoes and gold diggers,

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

So don't ask me why they strung out

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows