This is a song about "Money clothes hoes"

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

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

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

Here they keep a rachet close

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Actually, its adorable to see his clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,