This is a song about "Money cash hoes"

Here they keep a rachet close

Like a line full of hoes

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Spending her time with him i guess

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine