This is a song about "Money and hoes"

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Took me a while just to write those

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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

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

And imma make these hoes bleed

Last of a dying breed