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

This is love, nothing else close

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Aren't you somethin', an original

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

You niggas aint got no hoes

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

All these fake smiles cause my heart a little pain

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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