This is a song about "Hoes niggas and money"

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

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Sk for dinner and forget to floss

Money mayhem got them niggas all goth

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Take a few hits from the bowl, on a friday night i call my niggas and have bring the hoes,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free