This is a song about "Money clothes hoes"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

You feel it from your head to your toes

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

That's why i shine like i does

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,