This is a song about "Moeny and hoes"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Fuck them hoes and the cops

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes