This is a song about "Money and hoes"

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Or know what its about

Fuck them hoes and the cops

I be murdering bars

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And keep out of the way of the hoes.