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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

We love for a while then a light goes

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

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Like the swoosh on my shoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

No, no, we are not those

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

If we ain't right and always at the throats