This is a song about "Hoes dope money"

Nice flow / my minds dope

Wardrobe from round the globe

Guess i’m different than most

For 12 years,no new hoes!

Go to school and smoke dope.

Since i was left with no hope

X's and o's, you must be the rose

In the garden guarding my hoes

I fucking hate this job

That's cause all my shit dope

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

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

Got her glued to my money like it's a dope nest

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes