This is a song about "Hoes cars weed money"

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

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

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

It's a battlejust for tha big money

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I feel like i got fifty cars

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

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