This is a song about "Julia and hoes"

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

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Best believe ima count bankroll, fuck and pass hoes,

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows