This is a song about "Money cash hoes"

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

No, no, we are not those

Bought the dope and have hoes

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

I finally have some money man, most of the cash that flows through my hands

There ain’t no going back, don’t deny it, ‘cuz we know the facts,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

I get it, you got cash,

I can barely wipe my ass

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine