This is a song about "Money and hoes"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Cause of death? bars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Big homie hov said i am close

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

I said i got my ass beat

And imma make these hoes bleed

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

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Fuck them hoes and the cops

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes