This is a song about "Money hoes blood"

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

You niggas aint got no hoes

No, no, we are not those

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

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

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

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

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos