This is a song about "Hoes money cloths"

Like a line full of hoes

She's bad and she knows

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

I don't rock designer cloths, i rather rock and shock with that raiden robe

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

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.

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Like a line full of hoes

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

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

You niggas aint got no hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows