This is a song about "Money hoes blood"

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.

Rhymes flow through me like blood

Bitches is artificially duck

Bought the dope and have hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

Tryna stay clear of my foes

You niggas aint got no hoes

In the garden guarding my hoes

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

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

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

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

This is love, nothing else close

Im killing niggahz and they hoes