This is a song about "Hoes niggas and money"

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I think that she knows

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

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

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

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

So don't ask me why they strung out

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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