This is a song about "Hoes money"

Big homie hov said i am close

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

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.

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

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

In the garden guarding my hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

In front of our building, they was my heroes

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes