This is a song about "Hoes and monet"

Took me a while just to write those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

And imma make these hoes bleed

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes