This is a song about "Moeny and hoes"

You feel it from your head to your toes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Fuck them hoes and the cops

So she kisses the stars

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

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

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

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