This is a song about "Money clothes hoes"

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks