This is a song about "Money and weed and hoes"

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Fuck them hoes and the cops

The you should look up in the stars

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Slow and steady wins this race

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Niggas is working forever my bars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/