This is a song about "Money death hoes"

What you getting is death

I can taste the salt from my tears

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

She's bad and she knows

I show up with four hoes

Jay rock got flows

Keep it trill for the hoes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

In front of our building, they was my heroes

For 12 years,no new hoes!

No, no, we are not those

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes