This is a song about "Money and hose"

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Like a fire hose motherfucker best pray and get the out way

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Women front, they get its cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Hose down these hoes as she works the pole...

Purify that woman soul