This is a song about "Hoes and money"

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

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Took me a while just to write those

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Bought the dope and have hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

And imma make these hoes bleed

I said i got my ass beat

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Everything i wanted never seem so close