This is a song about "Money hoes and blood"

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

We love for a while then a light goes

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

If you don’t watch out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

You're our own flesh and blood/