This is a song about "Money and hoes"

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

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

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

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

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

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

You feel it from your head to your toes