This is a song about "Money hoes car clothes shoes"

Who smokin in my car?

I guzzle up at the bar

(fast) i want da money car door funny

It's a battlejust for tha big money

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

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