This is a song about "Hoes and money and cars and ice"

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

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

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

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

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

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

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

I be murdering bars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars