This is a song about "Hoes bitches heroin money thugs dollar bills niggas martin"

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

You niggas aint got no hoes

No, no, we are not those

Everything i wanted never seem so close

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

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

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Before we see it's hard to live

Get money then bitches