This is a song about "Money hoes and clothes"

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry