This is a song about "Money hoes"

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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Bought the dope and have hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

You feel it from your head to your toes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Like a line full of hoes

Big homie hov said i am close

In the garden guarding my hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes