This is a song about "Money and hoes"

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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

Took me a while just to write those

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

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

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

Big homie hov said i am close

Im killing niggahz and they hoes