This is a song about "Money hoes bitches"

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

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

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

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes