This is a song about "Money clothes hoes"

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

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

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

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

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 take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

We gotta get back to what really matters

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