This is a song about "Money hoes and weed"

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

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