This is a song about "Hoes niggas and money"

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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

You feel it from your head to your toes

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes