This is a song about "Money clothes hoes"

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

I think found where your mind was

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

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