This is a song about "Money dope and hoes"

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

Go to school and smoke dope.

Used to find dope in his coat

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Took me a while just to write those

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

These sb's ain't never coming out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought