This is a song about "Hoes and monet"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

And imma make these hoes bleed

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Fuck them hoes and the cops

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

It's all she knows

Bought the dope and have hoes