This is a song about "Hoes n money"

Lyrically giving these hoes a chance to listen n' live in felicity

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

We out here chasin hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

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

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

In the garden guarding my hoes

Got shows on top of shows

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

For 12 years,no new hoes!

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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