This is a song about "Hoes cars weed money"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

I feel like i got fifty cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

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

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Everything i wanted never seem so close