This is a song about "Money hoes and blood"

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Went out and had a church of kids

"money and blood don't mix

Fuck them hoes and the cops

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops