This is a song about "Money and hoes"

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Bought the dope and have hoes

Jay rock got flows

Here they keep a rachet close

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes