This is a song about "Money gangs and fucking hoes"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

And imma make these hoes bleed

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Took me a while just to write those

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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

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

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south

I don't rap flipping coke, i just try to give em hope

This shit cost money and i'm always fucking broke,

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

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