This is a song about "Money clothes hoes"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

Brighter than yellow bones

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

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

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