This is a song about "Hoes niggas and money"

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

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Bought the dope and have hoes

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours