This is a song about "Money clothes hoes"

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

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

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

Bloodstained clothes, at a wedding trying to propose to some of these hoes.

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

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

This is love, nothing else close