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

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Took me a while just to write those

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

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Stressin bout these bills and money like every night