This is a song about "Money hoes and power"

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

Just gimme a hour, i’ll light it up like an eiffel tower

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

They feed and attach bombs to their back for religion and power

Bought the dope and have hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

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

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

No money, power, or drugs,

Amen, they say you only live once

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.