This is a song about "Just money and hoes"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

And you are not around like black fathers

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

We don't need to work it just to get those hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those