This is a song about "Money hoes and clothes"

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I tear off her clothes, and take a knife to her throat

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Big serg, we ready for whatever