This is a song about "Hot money hoes"

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

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

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

We love for a while then a light goes

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Got shows on top of shows

We out here chasin hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Bought the dope and have hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Guess i’m different than most

Like a line full of hoes