This is a song about "Money cars hoes fake niggas struggle pain hustle"

You niggas aint got no hoes

She's bad and she knows

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

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

Money bring pain,money bring gain

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And my niggas say that dope is fake

Cause tears falling down make me ache

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

All you niggas dead , dead fake