This is a song about "Just money and hoes"

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

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

And my old hoes are mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt