This is a song about "Money hoes and blood"

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

You're our own flesh and blood/