This is a song about "Money and guns and hoes and blood"

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Mmg man, we smoked out

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

I used to have a nine to five

Im starting to see guns and knives

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Bought the dope and have hoes

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

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