This is a song about "Money dope and hoes"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

No, no, we are not those

Got her glued to my money like it a dope nest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

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

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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