This is a song about "Money clothes hoes"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

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

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters