This is a song about "Money bit he s and hoes"

Trash your shit with classic spit human turantula he has been bit

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

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.

He throws up every single bit of his hell

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those