This is a song about "Hoes and money"

Cause of death? bars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

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

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

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Bought the dope and have hoes

Big homie hov said i am close

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Your developmental league don’t see a team