This is a song about "Hoes and monet"

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

You feel it from your head to your toes

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And i'm still hurtin over pops

We love for a while then a light goes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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