This is a song about "Hoes cash money bitches"

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Mama told me it'd be days like this

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

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

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

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

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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