This is a song about "Money flexing and hoes"

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

And all that stress in the ghetto, it has you flexing the metal bitch,