This is a song about "Money and hoes"

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

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

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

We love for a while then a light goes

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

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

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote